This is a song about "Who u fuckin"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

A little fuckin pissant who tried to scare me and failed

I probably shoot perfect but i don't even aim, who could u blame.

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I probably shoot perfect but i don't even aim, who could u blame.

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Or the way u live, like everyday is the fuckin end, (singing)

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

I'm a nutcase, a closed case, who is still fuckin' insane,

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Who believes that shit you're spittin? fuckin no one dude

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute