This is a song about "He thinks his slick his girl a slut"

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

With a dumb fuck flexin but he won't leave his booth

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Only thinks about himself never about his people he walks amongst the evil

He knew he was gonna die so he lets out a deep breathe and closes both of his

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

Stick nine inch nails through his eyelids since he thinks he's shady