This is a song about "A grumpy kinda princess"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Sting like a bee then float away peacefully like a dove, kinda like rap think i'm in love

Nobody to tell her she was a princess

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

I stop for a second, bitches yellin proceed, i kinda underfed the crowd,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

You're just a rhyming dyke, this is kinda like

A rapper & a lyricist, i'm kinda in the middle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

In here it a different kinda ball play either that or making it rain all day

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

I killed princess laegih then i raped her

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

On toys for my baby princess