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

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

And i shot him in the chest with fifty five tries

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

His ass'll go splat if he don't just pass over the cash

Never underestimate make faces or step to him

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

And take his daughter i bought her make him witness dirty slaughter

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Beating him over the head with the telephone

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Its a war with the enemy

Gone head an make that money

Stored in his mind to make,

I know what it take