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

I got em goin head first

And for me it's reversed

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Come right back on 'em, fight, and leave 'em in the dirt yo

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

For that paper, i'mma grind

I can smell it when i go outside

Place a bullet right up in his side

Mean mugging in snuggies sock-footed on soft woolen

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet