This is a song about "Andrews porridge"

I have made a complete and total mess"

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

God dam imma soul mess,

Yes sir, please confess

Riper than italian rye

She gotta hold her head up high

This is walter, fresh above the water

Ain't no fairyou can stay longer

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

As i walk on water

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Have i yet to figure out that love is a mess

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute