This is a song about "Threat"

Throw what i wore and let the threat of the core of life set,

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

If i detect a threat you better protect your neck

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Who should i hang out with the preps but they always send me threat letters

She got angry threat me by knife

I'm ballin all my life

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Prashant aka maverick, "i'mma kill you" thats my favorite threat.

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I'm an obvious threat, can't follow or copy my steps

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex