I feel like Rara come on I feel like I feel like I’m a shooter I gotta I know I knew that. I can’t be new to that. I can be the hood boy for the hood. I don’t know what I’m shooting at. I know where the shoe is I don’t got no Glock on me like that I don’t know. Boom boom boom like like I’m a go for King Von with a bang I’m a Glock on me. I got a gun like I feel like I got left on hold. you don’t even got no job. I don’t know. It just suck my dick on God gang gang. Oh no I’m going like I’m a boy with hoes. I’m gonna be late. I’m gonna go home. I’m gonna be ready and I don’t know how long ago cause a bitch ass Niga be home I got home.