This is a song about "Effect"

I think about the effect that "this" have on my relationship

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Have the same effect as a deadly disease stat

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Made of rubber cement, so anything you present has no effect,

Had a bad effect and it made you smack beth

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Something wicked this way come

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Doppler, effect is distortion of the sound

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Or was it the effect of vodka running trough your head

Because the possibility of me losing jodi was in full effect.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed