This is a song about "Why did fed"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

But y'all wonder why there's very little peace, we're fed up,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

They say we did this to ourselves so why even fuss

Why you did this to me what did i do to you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Why did i take this class/

Why probe our ass

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Why did he do it? that's classified.

Why are haters just hating when we did nothing to

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

I don't know why this happened to me, why did i have to be treated

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit