This is a song about "Slaughtering bitch squids in all directions"

I'm slaughtering stale, competition, i got the whole block wishing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I'm slaughtering stale, competition, i got the whole block wishing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

In fact most of all of us insist it bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

You couldn't step in the zone if i wrote directions on a post-it note

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

All she good at is suck in dick and talk in shit, watch out bitch cause you

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

It was all too obvious you sick bitch

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

Pulled in more directions than intersections, avoiding collisions, weak