This is a song about "Freake no more"

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Aint no room for one more

Sweet, okay makes sense

No more wishing at wells

The art of war

Who shows her face no more

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

You’re not wanted here no more

One day you'll be dead and no more

Ima go until my arm's sore

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

I miss ya... cuz your here no more,

I'm not afraid no more

No ho, acquainted with the floor