shhhhhh ma confession puff eyy where am i to start or where am i to end?? ima start with the good and end up with the fakes,or ima explain how i lit up the flames,the story begins my life was in pain,cause i toik some shame and ended in pains,my life is a failure, my life is a shame,my niggas were fake they made me to sin but now i can see and now i can feel the pain is for me and the shame is for me,baby pardon me i didn't mean to sin, i didnt mean to cheat,but know that i was fooled and ended up a fool so now i need me some food, i need me some good, i need me a boo, i need not a fool i need not the woo i need just to think and free me abit and feel good abit so gimme the beat im chilling on it,im killing on it am vibing on it it makes me feel good i need me a goon i need me a boo don't call me a fool dont think am a fool i made me some sins but lord forgive me ,i sold all ma life to make me famous, i took all my cars that made me a danger,sold them off to the malt, to get me a baby, i needed a baby, i gat me a baby who gat me a baby but now anxious my eyes are heavy dont ask the details of the story i hate it what happened there was crazy and the weather was rainy i murdered my baby ,the mama of my baby cause i was heavy i caught her laying on my fucken bed with that nigga who was crazy couldn't get me lazy my hands weren't heavy,took me the knife started slaying tears in my eyes when i was slaying no one could save me nor save the baby nor save ma baby i ended up in tears but the did was done after slaying time for slavery and time for paying and paying through slavery slavery for slaying after slaying ma babies damn, i guesse niggas hate me, but thats crazy i realized drugs got me crazy took the dose out of the normal,then stood at the corner,called me to order then that was the murder damn fuck drugs fuck it nigga drugs are bad drugs gat me swervin drugs gat me heavy drugs gat me lazy drugs gat me crazy drugs gat me slaying, i gat into slavery someone take me to heaven im getting now heavy im getting so crazy feeling amazing thinking of babies thinking of slaying still allucinating ohh ma god am i existing?am i in slavery is this a prison my conscience judges my guilt is pledging i feel like dying ir drowning ir hanging or starving or stabing my bidy and dying ti meet my babies ih lird forgive me i rhink am crazy i hate drugs now fuck the drugs damn