This is a song about "495 shutdown"

The truth of my blood line is unknown

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Just say he's the best

They robbed us in the end

As i seenobody cares about my history

It was my decision to get clean, i did it for me

I'm exceeding my limit of drinking, are my eyes closed?

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Now i stand in this mirror, partially redeemed, reflection clearing up..

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Or maybe the right choice you'd make