yhea shadae a real killa yhea stalking his mom, paying attention to his palm, before I make a kill i need to stay calm, im so loud like a bomb im lookin nice gooin to a prom my watering eyes gone be long i dont think im were i belong, thats my sad song...😔😢... ... i dont understand i think im too young for this shit, i dont understand i think im too young for this shit, i dont understand i think im too young for this shit, i feel like my coffins in a pit, uhhh.. i think my heart just split, oh gosh i quit. i quit, i need a safety kit, before I die and lit, why was it my gramma that had to be dead,i dont even remember the last thing she said, something bad is going on in my head, i loved the smell of her bed, they used to call the fam lil dread, I'ma put a haten nigga in a container and screw the led, im that type of nigga who will lock u in my shed, ain't no spyen on me we hackers im always a step ahead, let that nigga blead, you want me to be a 666 but i got god on my side, i cant believe that she died... I can't believe she died....... ......i can't believe that she died.