This is a song about "Violent teabagging"

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

We sit back and relax and watch 'em make violent crimes,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Flying but the violent vomit spitting scorches all the tongs

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

I might light the mic in a violent rage

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Vaporize jets mid-air during firefights, my minds eye making lightning violent,

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

But just the other day you were acting violent