violent as they come, murder for fun call me the seventh son, my hip attached to the gun my life I've done, so many drugs runs 603 they know where I'm from, just my luck them boys pull up then my heart sunk, now I'm really fucked I hope they don't pop the trunk, when it opens up they smell skunk it's no longer fun, living life on the run the weights a ton, I can sell condoms to a nun naw hun you don't smoke on us, you can get fucked let's get Millirocked, till we blast off society on Mars, But I've come so far this life's hard, but better than the scars yea I'm a star, but I don't even own a car feel I'm mentally barred, connection for me literally hard but feasible gone, for me Souls literally gone for me brains literally lost, winters coming on but I'm literally hot, you better lyricly cool off