This is a song about "Scrub at baseball"

Third ward general, young cash money

You still smile at me, wave at me

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

To love me at all at all

By the phone, no call

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

At my pinnacle at a point so pivotal

At my pinnacle at a point so pivotal

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back