This is a song about "Puppies and shit"

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Me and zylo always be killin this shit

Your shit is dead and outdated

I never crack i got that chap stick

You, you, you have to pay for that

Talks to herself and shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Can you tussle and breathe with the shit,

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

I get my points across and say shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

And shit i live to learn,

Guess i see it's my turn