This is a song about "A girl that i love bt never got a chance to tel her"

Tried to kill me before i ever got a chance to breath/ people

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

They giving pounds and that before get the money

But i know that for a girl like me that would never be

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

To why i have a bad girl good girl i cant find her

So i find a girl and slap her

My pockets got paper on paper

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I lose a friend like every year, i choose to take that chance

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I finally got a girl, mom!/

I see more money than a bank tel-ler...

And then along came the wrong man for her