This is a song about "Shot him make his head splat"

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

I mean he got chased by cops, while they all shot tasers at him

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

Lemme brain wash you until the beat splat

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Not by choice, the voice in his head enjoys tormenting him whilst he lays in bed,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Should be harder to find

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Fuck miley, give wayne water, and please, make sure bieber gets shot.

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

They know anyway. he took that shot right down his throat asked for more as his

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service