This is a song about "Zoe archer"

I'll use a straight razor

Or something that you paid for

She self made, i'm self made

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

I got rich from a little struggle

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

God bless the dead

Drinking straight from the keg

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

And i'll take another bow

You owe me, homie have that now

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her