This is a song about "He was making fun of me"

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

All you did was try to eradicate my sight making me see only black and white/

I’m coming back like light-skin and

He was making it his life and i wasn't.

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

Thenlack of you here is making me upset

A clever idea to take something they said

Call me ashton, like i make the fun

When something is broken

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

He knew he was gonna die so he lets out a deep breathe and closes both of his