This is a song about "Pull me in throw me out"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

On me but you won't know it comes to ye, i'll strike back throw you in a sack

Throw em in my trunk and head out straight for the docks

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,

Pull it out, yo heart, the beat, the start you see, every part of me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Me in all ive grown out

I gotta little clout

Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Scream out come get me put the gun to my head and pull the trigger