This is a song about "Because"

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Because they weak, like seven days.

Marinating because that's a hobby

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Because i don't feel in place,

And i just love your flashy ways

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

He's holding vendetta against this bitch because

It was my fault

Because i am so lost,

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

But thats okay, because she's gorgeous

Reading shit my critics say

Because what you spit is gay,

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Because this is how it was,