This is a song about "Any thing for tiffani smith"

If i know any better you'll miss her for sure

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Is less then any thing like the tony hawk is

And i am sure you wont do any thing wrong

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Gotta be prepared for any and all cases

Couldn't find a thing worth fighting for,

Ima go until my arm's sore