This is a song about "Little shit anthony"

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Their influence though, is so largely little

I'm explicit while you're shit ain't talking a little bit

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Little shit who can't knit a good verse to spit

Big homie hov said i am close

Your the little shit that, nobody knows!

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

I feel like im starting to fade, feelin like this shit might be a little delayed.

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Wrote this shit when i was feeling a little goofy,

A little piece of shit

I'm stuck with that