This is a song about "Ready to snap"

I wasn't ready to make my

I mean the game been dry

Where i got to see your blood on me and when your neck went snap

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

But i wasn't ready to look in the mirror, but wasn't ready for my father to die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

The revolution is coming get ready to ride

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

Get ready to hail to the king

I hear the people talking

But im sittin' cool ready to refrigerate

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Are you ready to go?

Heard that you alright though