This is a song about "Trapping in the bandoe"

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

The realist in the game

Hallow be thy name

In the face of the outside.

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Knocked out in the lunch in

And the reason that i'm going

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

I'm in the the real world

Long as she come to me first

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

With only two songs, look at what i did

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket