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

The drug dealers hit the street running the pavement.

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

If you feel it, it must be real just

Then bury her under the pavement

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

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

Lemme brain wash you until the beat splat

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

And ties me to the pavement

Trying hard to speak and

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

The pavement tastes like iron and there's stains on my knees

87. left on the pavement,

I’m coming back like light-skin and