This is a song about "Break up make up sex love hate"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I'll never break or fold, i'll never end up celled behind bars,

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Follow these rules you'll have mad cred to break up

Make up and break up but no more repeat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

The world is a mest up place, with anger and hate

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

But you make me open up

Money i make em buck

To reds i ain't know how to act

I hate how people bring up your past/

Rappers i look up to they got records, i'mma break that shit

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Or i'll come break ya back dressed up in a jason mask,