This is a song about "Shot up with the needle"

The influences sticks like those needle pricks and squirm,

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Thumbs up, guns to the gut, pull your trig, shot like the notorious b.i.g,

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

And i shot him in the chest with fifty five tries

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

What the fuck makes you think i'll be coming to a stop with ya warning shot,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Many nights i fed my guilt thru a needle...im just too real look at the game i

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

And left my hand up in the air like i just shot the j