This is a song about "The girl who was supposed to die"

Opposing me, that's supposed to be the method socially,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Guess who that girl was it was your mother

Why can't these creatures just up and die like they're supposed to?

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

There was a little girl who never went out to play

I was pushing myself to the maxes in all my classes to find a girl i'd always imagine

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Were battles in that section when i was still supposed to rot,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

One time for the ville that cole rep

She's the one he's supposed to grow old with