This is a song about "Love the girl from the parking lot"

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

No girl can take your place and love me like the way you do.

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

From every motherfucking boy or girl, i take their shits down to the last hit ground

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

She don't really care about anyone advice

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

For the love of this girl i'd do anything for it

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Im a cannibal, im here to slaughter the lot,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I heard something from the back, damn girl why are you screaming