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

Run off with a girl who's down like the sun did (sudden)

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Fighting off syncope with a life's regrets under the microscope

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

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I'ma knock 'em off like balance when you're riding with a saddle

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Off with a blast that made even the dead gasp