This is a song about "When a little girl dies"

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

All for a prize / the winner gets to pick how all of em dies

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

By the cool clique, can't even be a school snitch but when finds a girl to talk with

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

And it ain’t cool when a small and little kid dies,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Try counting sheep little girl, yull become dizzy heads in a swirl

Facing all this drama when mama's just a little girl

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

There was a little girl who never went out to play

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

When i was a little kid i was a total mess

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

I don't care when i was a little boy my toys were bombs knives and bitch i even