This is a song about "Rapping dead girls"

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

I get jelous when your with other girls

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Don't speak when i'm rapping

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Boom! now that she is dead

If your man want to bet

Ever since i started rapping,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Cause what you're doing ain't rapping

But he don't rule a thing