This is a song about "He was shot"

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

First shot missed whole then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

I am just an artist

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

My friend's father got shot, it was homicide, he would see stars,

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Untill he hears a pop and gets shot.

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Shot my pusher cuz he got we weed in the wrong size

Is it another man? just let me know now

But instead i got shot and was like what the fuck how