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

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Little girl magic, truth be told, a star in the fold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Theres a little bit of hell in everyone just waiten to escape

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid