This is a song about "Every time i think of you"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

I used to think about you all the time

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

But i pussy out every single time

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Every time i kill, every time the same.

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

You think of fashion before it comes time for passion

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Thinking i give a fuck what any of you all think?

Every time i think of you, even a little

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately