This is a song about "Little shop of horrors"

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Or he should of been a little quicker

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

I'm bothered by horrors / ordered by officers

Okay man you do the drop

Faded like a barber shop

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

Faded like a barber shop

So get them ends hot

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids