This is a song about "Whatever happens"

I was playing with guns

I don't know why this shit happens

Everybody starts to care when #it happens.

I never fit in with them light skins

You do try to write, whatever

Something worth dying for

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Look, i just want to make you better

We don't ever make love

What happens to the animals

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Just so happens mine they prefer

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

So reaper come and get me, before it all happens.

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

And i imagine, whatever happens in this verbal attack,