This is a song about "Li ve her"

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

I would rather pipe her

That's what rains for

Her heart fights it but her pussy obsessed

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

And i need this forever

And i think i like her

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Cos it reminds her of her dad helps her rewind the time

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

You'll find her slitting her writs, sitting,

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

And i hugged her and told her id miss her,