This is a song about "Cheating ain t right"

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Wake up sleeping cheating im dreaming constantly competing

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

But that’s just life, where i’m from

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Doctor said i was fine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

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

Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.