This is a song about "We had stealed the show"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Maybe so, there is no laying low, we all part of the show, are y'all catching my

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

It was like we had the very same unconscious mind

Cause as we show up tp the scene, i hear the bitches scream.

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

That we don't put on no show

Where they find me, 16 on death row

My plot so sickening, that i swear the show had to be revised..

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

See me and you we almost had the same outcome, heath

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

If i had one, i wonder, would the girls show affection?