This is a song about "Who the fuck studies"

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Ask who the fuck want it, i bring it to your doorbell

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

You don't know who the fuck you're taking to,

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Leading his way to the top for most wanted and he studies and learns files