This is a song about "Breaking up with a boyfriend and getting mad at him"

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

A shouting match lit the malignant glint in greg’s eyes( her boyfriend)

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

At him that'll probably sting, he'll get back up and rave hate,

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

My niggas getting mad

That moschino shit is so back

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

I mad plus i got a mad shortgun, aim at two niggas and see them both run.

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see