This is a song about "Boys who play you and send mixed signals"

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Anyone who try and fucking doubt me fuck around and then i go and then i send em fuckin home right

Bitches die in a hurry, still i ride, i'm never worriedmr. makaveli tell me to ride and i'mma ride

And you don't get to play it twice

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

And send you into toxic liquid mixed with nitrogen,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

And i wrote about it, hoping to send it to you

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

If you know me and my boys, don't mention us,

Mama always told me i’d be famous

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play