This is a song about "Pulling lasses"

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Pulling people from position

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

A working genius, a work of art

And it's pulling me apart a part

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives