This is a song about "He she it they"

Can't find her she absent i'm driving while she jack it

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

She said it was my fault that he caressed my 9 year old body/

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

Rack, rack city shit

She went down then kissed it

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Said she'd return, but he learned that she got slaughtered though

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

They never questioned why she committed suicide.

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

So he writes it down or draws it even if they all ignore it

She knew he was her supply, thought it better than to lie

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

He sees the people he grew up with, they have kids now