This is a song about "Bad things about men"

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

That she really only loved talking about all the men she used to bone

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Talk about all the wrongs with barley any good things,

When i am mad, and things look bad/

She got something i never had

When i am mad, and things look bad/

See i let my nigga split that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I write about times in my life when shit goes bad

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,