This is a song about "Rapping dead girls"

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Finding more light to shed

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

That rap is mostly dead/

Cassidy your different from other girls

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

I get jelous when your with other girls

I love the way you're standing

What you're lacking is good rapping/