This is a song about "Sadies hawkins"

Cant get to my level but see that they keep peddling

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Peddling pests to see the melody's which i've yet to bring, i'm trying to get a sting,

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

I flow so deep you in a river, now you peddling/

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

And boy they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked