This is a song about "Boy you messed me up"

But you make me open up

She said i'm ready to fuck

Once you've messed up you can't go back, made a target,

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

I messed up i guess, i will admit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

The whole scene is messed up, i try to be positive,

4 79, boy better pay me

Bitch, they call it motor city

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Shit, i also messed up your conjecture

Let me tell you 'bout a boy and a girl

They are here to make our lives whirl

Messed with me once, cool, but twice, you're totally fucked now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow