This is a song about "Streets and trap and shooting"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

She say she fucking with me the long way

For trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,