This is a song about "Sock em right in his head"

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

A woman by his side with a bullet in her head

And please never disrespect my set

No thoughts in his head, there assuming he's dead

Mean mugging in snuggies sock-footed on soft woolen

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Now you got me hopped up on that

Put a sock in it, yeah i never quit

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Throw em in my trunk and head out straight for the docks

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

You must pick a rapper beneath you and blow his head in

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

And my friend vlad shoot right in my head