This is a song about "Being ok after a break up"

Just like your burnin up the weed when its packed, after a pot deal

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

When people up in haiti get some help after a hurricane

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

Probably get a boom headshot, or walk up and break your jaw

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Never felt like being this close to break,

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Just call up dr. rza, ask em how to break a neck. . .for science

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

You aren’t up to date being an mcee for a bitch is too late,