This is a song about "Little sister that died"

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

I been seeing the faces of people that have died in my life

Died before that video came out of miley giving head/

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Not only had the fiend died

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Those hip-hop games are mine, and if that died within a day or two,

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Your the little shit that, nobody knows!