This is a song about "I ve died already"

Now hey little mama

I already gotcha,

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that i’ve died

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

I knew this guy, shit, i wouldn't hurt a fly yet wouldn't cry if he died.

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

I sigh, in my heart, a million soldiers just died.

Like i didn already know

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

We' ve got opportunities to create

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate