This is a song about "Punk ass loser"

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

And i just want to hold her

Otherwise i'll see a loser

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

I got nothing to lose, loser i'll bruise ya/

They infiltrate our homes, africa

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

I suffocated the little motherfucking punk last night.

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

But when i go back into that lingering school i'm a loser,