This is a song about "A gril"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Influences are a dime a dozen

Give us this day, our daily bread

Just a warning not a threat

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

And i’m ballin' bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I'm a pro your a minor,

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

You're a pussy not a cat

And you all will respect that

Spit a poem or a diss

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches