This is a song about "A little mixed bitch that s with the shits"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

And with the little bit that i have left to do,

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Now admit the feelings when they hit, don't be a pussy little wussy bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

A hunger for murder that shits delicious

Together all the timethought it was true love

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

We been led astray like cattle mixed with the sheep

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done