This is a song about "Enough pf it"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

It gets tricky without tha cash this hour glass not long enough

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

Your bitch can't get enough of it, got her hooked on it like crack.

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

When we had enough, we get used to it when it's all said and done

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

I cant stress it enough to you imbeciles

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Enough is enough, i’ve suffered enough

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love