This is a song about "Salving a child until they die"

You know...you know who you are

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

So i'm, throwing lyrical knives at you until you hopefully die

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Until they see a forbidden fruit that looks awesome but lethal//

Hand to hand in the cold

All these things until they unfold

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

It dips and it plunges until they die with a twitch in their pulses

And i'm still considered a child

Cause i’m back on my grind

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

I'll rap until i die or my dick and balls fall off

My whip is new but i'm playin' old school

And it’s all good until they go and spray a tool,