This is a song about "You re going down"

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

The spotlights on me, how is it all going down?

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

So i hope you get the message when i say you're going down,

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

It's like every day, some shit be going down.

This pain i can't contain but i can fucken re frame from going insane

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

While he is going mc down

I'mma catch you next time around

You fall in life, but you keep going

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Its totally up you but will you please re survey