This is a song about "Sub machineguns"

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

A sub-par rapper who gets prosts drunk on cheap alcohol

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Bitches sittin on a sub, now her booty's loud.

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

You're sub-par, so i'll ignite your finest write-

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Mad strict sub par rap skits i'm the ruler by far bars mention flat bids..

Like a volcano but cold as sub-zero

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Talk about me through your sub tweet