This is a song about "Don t do me like that after all the shit that we ve been through"

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

All the shit you put me through, that was harsh.

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I'd leave your ass like mary right after joseph hit that shit,

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Of the exams that we face that is based on the work that we do