This is a song about "Pussies gors and comes"

And then comes the time, he starts coughing,

And this will be the song that we sing

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Until something comes and our lives are booted.

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

And burn in hell when it comes to an end.

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

When i flip y'all pussies hide and cower

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

He comes back sometimes and tries to ruin my buzz

Being so ready, the opportunity comes and the opposition is unsteady. stay

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Once a date, then comes a plate and i can't operate,