This is a song about "Ally blain"

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

I sit back roll couple of zig zag's and chit chat

'cause fab said he looked like a fag at maywhether's pad

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Sleepless nights, that's when my mind starts to blossom

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

I boil lines under the hot platter.

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I will start to boo you, and the crowd is hissing

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Well screw you, and fuck 'em too, i don't need no one, not even you "boo"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,