This is a song about "Unless you want me to take this bar to your face"

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

You want to fuckin' battle me, eh? then let's go face to face,

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

This aint youre fight don't compete, unless your plots to get shot by a g

It makes me mad to where i want to beat the person who did this to you,

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

No girls want me to take them to pound town

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

And could i be a star

Just listen to this bar,

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

You stay silent//hold your breath//as you take a step// to king eaz and face your

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,