This is a song about "Hate to another guy"

Want to make another collab together/

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

There used to be a guy named undertaker

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

I guess it just time to get high, guy

Thuggin' till the day i die

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

Do you wish upon a shooting star to make it as a rapper or to be fucked by another guy,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I am done with your bullshit now, as soon as we break up, you get with another guy

You'd rather talk to some other guy

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

To be the first guy ever

What is hittin' for