This is a song about "Sitting on the gutter as a kid walks by punch him in the mouth make a weak dog cry"

What a fucked up bastard he walks the streets backwards,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

If you feel it, it must be real just

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.

Punch a cop in the throat cuz he knocked on my front door

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Scenes make a grown man cry

As soon as a nigga cross you you better leave him right in the dust

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

I was sitting on the couch trying to take a nap

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

You are the snow pissed on by my dog