This is a song about "Little shop of horrors"

O. trice always rep his block

Faded like a barber shop

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Fights break out because of the little things

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

 a little of me and a little of you,

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I'm sittin in the barber shop

You can feel it via spirit

A little piece of shit

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Lollipop from a candy shop,