This is a song about "Taking shots and smoking pot"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Is a knot and bruise, shocked and dropped the pot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Sit and listen, i ain't got a pot to piss in.

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Sick like poisoned liver's still taking shots like it's insulin

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Motherfucker ill mince you and your crew into a stew and put it in my pot

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,