This is a song about "Shut the fuck up before i put a gun in your face"

Man shut the fuck up, and let me do what i do

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

To befriend or run,i'll bend a gun in your face,better yet im shooting your chest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

Put your face in a book

You bull shit, look

Worried and scared, knowing i'm going to see the cemeterymust be prepared in this cold world, no one cares

I didn't know what i was up against, they put the gun in my hand and the next day i was up the fence

Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

If i tell you to shut the fuck up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

"just shut the fuck up," is what i want to reciprocate,