This is a song about "Dead girls"

Nobody ain't own us yet

Boom! now that she is dead

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Adabo to my haters

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Now you got me hopped up on that

They tryin to say that i don't care

Bruh, i see, girls everywhere

Girls out her talkin bout

We don't care if niggas locked out

We gotta get back to what really matters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake