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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was bathed in blood,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Until night falls and in his little box house he prays

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

About racism, we would have little agreements in a big way!

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today