This is a song about "Unkle on the needle puts it in his arm"

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Puts me on my ass, got me howling like a wolf

Broke his arm then smashed his face on the floor

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But in the end it is his loss,

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

When that needle enters in venomous less sedative

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Assumed stories of his suburbia life, when in fact the boy stayed on his grind