This is a song about "He ends up falling for the wrong girl"

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Malia family, we the family

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

I will live for aslong as we are together till the ends of the earth and beyond

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Opened up the wrong door fell into the deep

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle