This is a song about "With a motha fukin sawed off"

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Drive off in the sunset with a smile on my face.

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"

Pissed off with a stiff jaw and now im just a bitch whose/

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

I'll cut off one ball, leave you with a uneven sack.

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

But we still gon' need a doctor cause this motha fucka killed it.

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket