This is a song about "Your terrible dangles"

Whose writing better when your raps are more terrible

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Your on fire.. your on fire

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

When you spill out hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

I felted terrible, because all i did was making her feel worse.

Destined to win, get respect where i live

With you going through more terrible times.

Huh, a metaphor of course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls