This is a song about "Ruby shooters"

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Weaker shooters than stormtroopers slayed off

I put them shooters on the corners like that nigga dirk

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Hello every body here is to my friend ruby

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

I'm a phoney but no ruby i never lied about my appearance, i've lied to all this

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Bro what can you say about me i'm serious, what that ruby think i'm hideous,