This is a song about "I m gonna find the kid who killed"

To the kid who said it

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Since i was killed by the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon

It was good for the kid who stays,

And pray for better days

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Cause the singapore kid is gonna rend a few sllyable spits

They killed both of them and drowned the kid in hot water

And all that deep shit i was previously down for