This is a song about "Splat your brains on the pavement"

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Then bury her under the pavement

Im happier when high and drunk

87. left on the pavement,

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Right through his face, pastes his brains all on the packs

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

And bijies like im out and

You help me get up off the pavement,

Ment,a car on the pavement should have bought a roll cage,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

The pavement i am pounding, the days they keep on amounting

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king