This is a song about "Shy kid to crush"

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

It's a sin for me to win cause i could crush you with a fist made outta fuckin mist

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

If it was up to me, you'd be raisin my kid/

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Crush your life to ashes and sand

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

So let me tell you about this guy

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I subdue then crush my enemies then pursue to rush entity's

That's game bitch, ain't shit

To the kid who said it

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Hide or fight, shy, cry and die. bye bye, i try not to lie.