This is a song about "Shotty horror"

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Not taking no shotty to the back

I'm a shotty with a mullet when i call it, use it to the fullest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Horror rage, gave me deep scratches round my eyes

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

So ya im obssesd wit horror make you have dreams