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

Used my immortal techniques to have a dance off with satan,

I'm tryna find life's meaning up in this patron

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Off this liquor with a stripper

And there's little to be glad for

A life where we don't need no welfare

Sellin to kids without a fukin care,

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place