This is a song about "Little shop of horrors"

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

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

You think i'm so scared of a little hooker? hah, i should say a little stalker. you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

In the midst of a fire pit

A little piece of shit

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Little elliot rhymes for the hell of it

Every time i think of you, even a little

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Rape's hard, so i'll go looking to shop

Only real niggas stay on top

The opposite of sane, yea a little bit psycho

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow