This is a song about "Helping a woman get over her ex"

Requires a day to get over her, i think she's a wizard

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

The woman was alerted when i asked where her offsprings at

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Straight over and told her mama there's a soccer game,

I hear her crying she's a woman of a strength

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Know where you stand but you need a helping hand you yelping

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

But its enticing to see your not with a black woman

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Me anymore/ over her dead body will i ever get to live with my