This is a song about "Breaking up with your girl"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Your breaking my heart yet i still want ya

Hooking up with the girl that was skinny and goofy you ask

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

As: and while you’re in my mother

Call your girl up and meet her/

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

With your girl and her mate i had a three way

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

You can be me with your girl, but she playing son

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

With your girl i call her my dome bitch