This is a song about "Break up rap"

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Kcb, up and coming rap group

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

I'm tarzan, ya in raps i'm gymnastic, elastic, dynastici'ma break u up

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Make up and break up but no more repeat

I rap so much, i need a break

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,

This is my break-up song,

Wonder where i went wrong

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I hate to break the racist hate up to ya, but i'm beaten up,

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours