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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

But its enticing to see your not with a black woman

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

But shit changed when they fucked her up over a purse,

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

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

Her handset in hand scouring over a message i sent

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Of a woman with a broken heart.

Got a helping hand and i'm willing to lend it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

But i can only love you when you undressed

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

If i'm helping the game, or being purely a bully,