This is a song about "I be shooting people"

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

Hesitant with my mind, i'll awaken the people, be persistent till i die

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I refuse to be defeated by someone who hates being nice to people

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

Be defeted i can't be beat i spit these rhymes like no one else people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

People should be blessed to see

But we should be body to body

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I feel wherever i go people be staring

Cuz if i let em out then ima be the one that them people shot

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught