This is a song about "Little gilrs in los angeles"

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head

For a little pot/ they got me a pot to piss in

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

I don't believe in a safety, i get a little bit racy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days