This is a song about "Enough pf it"

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

Trying to get back to this thing called love

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

And don’t worry bout my name, you gon know it soon enough...

Even though it wasn't enough to

Would have came back for you

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I know people had it worse, but i had it bad enough

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

When you do it once, you just cant get enough

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I’ll have no lies, rap’s so dry, i can’t stress it enough,