This is a song about "Thowing rocks at the crazy l adys"

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

L y r i to the c

Bitch, they call it motor city

Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Because the way this city rocks, it's like amityville,

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

U ain't got the mettle to battle me this is rhyming at full throttle i spit like crazy