This is a song about "These nuts across your face"

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

Face down, d-yazz up, nuts in nimps mouth

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

My words rupture your face

Lookin' for these better days

I slapped myself across the face and told myself "hell no,

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I miss the better days

You should probably fix your face

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

I'll call a installer for your broken face

Don't you fall from grace

They may be real to your face

Look how the buzz will grow

Suck on these nuts, blow bitch blow