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

Beautiful are thou, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

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

I was always the kid.

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Yeah,yeah the world is yours i was once the kid who was terrified of its hatred

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Nothing left. but wait! i just saw who killed beth

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Cause the singapore kid is gonna rend a few sllyable spits

That real life shit

To the kid who said it

I'm not gonna rest till the day i find the one

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven