This is a song about "Shoot a nigga in his head"

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

You must pick a rapper beneath you and blow his head in

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

You can search but you'll never find

Catch a nigga shoot him from behind

A woman by his side with a bullet in her head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

She don’t give her nigga head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

And please never disrespect my set

No thoughts in his head, there assuming he's dead