This is a song about "Bad girlfriends"

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Each others girlfriends, you know what a fucking stretch that is?

Girlfriends, i've had my fill,

As i light one for ill will

Times aren't always that bad

I don't want it on my back

My words are whirlwinds, i murder my girlfriends

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Luxury life, results living bad

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack