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

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

I don't need no single

Ever since when i was little

You a fake little girl cause you just a dumb bitch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Got an independent business mind

This little girl that got left behind

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Theres times when i might fuck a girl then i be off running

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Like seal, i'll get a little crazy when i feel the blade

When i was a little kid i was a total mess

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process