This is a song about "He wasnt ready"

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

Just kidding it wasnt poo

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Mindvoid seemed kinda annoyed, like he was ready to kick the kitten

He was gettin ready to get signed

Better leave it all behind

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

You thought i wasnt gonna ask for it

I wished on a star that shit wasnt hard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

16 years old taking care of child that wasnt my own,

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Cause my daddy wasnt round, nigga dropped a dime