Letters to god

Smaller the casket the more weight it carry

Seen his head pop leaking red like a cherry

God aint answering my calls ignoring my text so im speaking to marry

The mother like mama like mama come help look mama they did it again

Mama im bleeding they killed all my friends

Like mama these gangsters they do it for trends

Not really hard they only pretend

After i die the killings wont end.

Bleeding out focused on making amends

Mix the percs and the wok we call it a cleanse

If u come to this world i do not recommend

Cause So many kids start flying back to the stars