This is a song about "He wasnt ready"

You thought i wasnt gonna ask for it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Is not far from white girls with big bread

And tell me why would we just think about

But i guess you think that i wasnt gunna find out

My name's icy kash, in case i wasnt introduced.

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

He was gettin ready to get signed

The revolution has arrived

Hope all over again, we can start

I wished on a star that shit wasnt hard

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Brain empty, insane and deadly, hollowed out and wishing he could rhyme, the pain is ready