This is a song about "Getting over him"

And then steal a hoopty,then run him over with a two speed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Feminine’s getting intimate

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

The noise became over whelming for him to continue on to bare,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

You say that your over him/ but how can i be sure be?

Carrying in a little pouch his friend walked over and sat down next to him on the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

They pick on him and step on him

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Over here, money over there

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I was tired at first, tired of thirst, and getting fucked over