This is a song about "He said i ll make it up to you"

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

My friends and niggas said i can't make it//..

To late, i already said it

Or let the mob handle that

It's really not an issue

I'ma make it up to both of you

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Black then i tried to make my exit, i think everything you said was a lie,

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I watched k.n.b. grow, he caught up to it,

Ever since i walked up to you and said, "what it do? what's up with you?"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true