This is a song about "Pretty little liars"

To see her pretty little face bruised and black

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I turned into something they never became

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

This rap was pretty shit,

Bet i'm heavy with that

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

The liars diplomatic get higher to hear the static

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

They said i'd never make it well fuck they're all liars

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed