This is a song about "Zoe archer"

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Victory is within my grasp, arrow to your throat i'm there 'till you take that last gasp

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My dick was an arrow i fucked her so hard and she called me a wacko

Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

I'll pull out my fencing sword

Check my criminal record, i'll pull out my fencing sword

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short