This is a song about "Dead girls"

I respect that you don't know yet

Your raps are so brain dead

Code red, which means you go red

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

We should appreciate the girls

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Bruh, i see, girls everywhere

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Wishing girls would fucking like me

While i'm making history