This is a song about "Truss em"

I faced 'em, kidnapped 'em, then slayed ‘em gravely

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Pick em' up and knock em' down

They just go around

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Fuck the constitution im a shoot em take over n loot em

And i said whatever fuck em,

Had to wear the 13's with them

To exit vacation let fate take em

Time after time, again and again

You think that weed'll solve em

Bad hoes i'm seen with them