This is a song about "Friend come and go broken heard writing down letters read it to the microphone"

Stop and go writing shit stoned

The truth shall be told

Heard about your date, it didn't go through.

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

So pretentious with no potential

Read it, look and it's easy to assemble

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Wantin to go and kick in the door of all the niggas that want come get it

Drop the microphone, now step the fuck away from it and just go home

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

And for the shit that i just read,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

And im hoppin on the microphone

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit