This is a song about "Surgery blood guts long hours"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Cause our hours are up,

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

To give surgery to your lyrics, theyre going to get lit

I cant i wont i dont have the guts

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Those seconds are precious like hours

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Just for fun; i'm number one, these other niggas' bubble guts

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

You think in my darkest hours

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