This is a song about "Stubbing my toe"

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Yo bro, wanna go toe to toe pound for pound

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

That reminds the blind to dress to the nines head to toe

'cause we're going toe-to-toe but i'm more fucked up than van gough,

And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off

Cuz when i shoot i go for the big toe.

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Finna blow up quick, kill beats and toe-tag shit,

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Head to toe, face and feet,

From the back seat, back seat

Two toe-to-toe together tots flowing solo

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Preaching to the choir though

Before you go, toe to toe