This is a song about "Bestfriends and exes"

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Grab the scissors and saws and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And like to boast and brag

Top dropped down, black on black

Social conditioning and

Dc star, a pg legend

And stop playing hide and seek,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And get it again and again

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Can't understand why all my exes hatin' me.