This is a song about "First love and break ups"

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

No glasses, love at first sight

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

When they showed up at your door at christmas

The first three words she read were "i hate love"

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Music is my life, and it's my first love

I mean she ya first love what you expect

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent