This is a song about "A word and you was nothing for sure my righteousness and heroism makes me pure"

All you did was use me and treat me like a toy,

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Say a word and you done for

Put in a good word for me...

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But understand nothing was done for me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

He was my cousin and he was there for me

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

And there's nothing new for me to gain,

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.