This is a song about "Being with you"

A professional masseuse diagnosed with being loose,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Then come up with punchlines,stop being hyper

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Jesus i love you with every fiber of my being you know it, its hard for

Wale and we are not the same

While you were sittin being lame,

You should lock me up for being so dope with a flow so cold

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

See being with you forever was never my intention.

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero