This is a song about "Getting back together"

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

It would be that we can be back together

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

And put the pieces back together my way

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Back screaming attack a verbal monster getting piped

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

I did since we got together

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Watch we'll get back together you'll see

And put it back together again but in a different way so thy shit in your mind

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find