This is a song about "Zoe archer"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

You saved me takin a arrow to the knee but i still stung like a little bee.

Whip, plane, motions own

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Fire on my mind like im green

I'm the head coach of the team

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

He just has no dime, see arms rocking,

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms

And my answer was look deep and dont fall in different arms

Ask how i disallow your pow pow cos you gotta bow

And at best all they do is distract me but now