This is a song about "Bitch we too turnt"

We can all change, it never too late, we need to

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

It's fucked up how quickly we can forget about it, too/

When i get to warwick avenue

And that fucking bitch friend of his too."

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

Shades: lv was a little dough

Im turnt up like a radio

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/

Man but this ain't no sign language

Maybe we cared too much