This is a song about "Hittas"

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

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with

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

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with