This is a song about "Shooting pepole and fuck the girls"

Together all the timethought it was true love

Gamblin', drinkin', havin' fun and bang girls in the anus

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Stop flirting and trying to get with the girls i like

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

With equal tenets, girls and the guys that sit in silence

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Fuxk the nines the eight next the seven i only fuck girls who look