This is a song about "About a baddie"

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Left hopeless in a car about to stall

Your about to witness a massacre

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Nobody give a fuck anymore about you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Self abuse is a taboo that no one wants to talk about

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

But a crime about a gentlemen, wait no

They gotta point em out baby

Been thinkin' about you a lot lately

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Talking about a friend, of a friend