This is a song about "Getting back my girl"

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Oh girl you're my narcotic

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

If his girl insist on getting sick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Getting in touch with my mental.

Lady at the frank stand will

And girl stayed back, she prayed that

Wonder if they take it all back

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

Back screaming attack a verbal monster getting piped

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate