This is a song about "Screw the illmunati"

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

"how the fuck we supposed to screw, you're only two inches long"

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

I say screw it and brake down the door

Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Screw god's blessings i scream fuck you

Just screw 'em cuz their're totally reckless

She need now, she ain't never needed love

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Im a screw up i just screw just so that im screwing