This is a song about "Her shit"

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Send her to the mall for some shit you can't afford

And throw her shit in the hall

And i love you all

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

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

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Talking shit because he knows for a fact his whack, ill steal ya missus an tongue her twat,

I can't let go of her, she means too much to me to do that shit

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Than i jizz once again but this time in her and she says fuck, and i scream shit,

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Shit felt real when she kneel'd and started bobbin' her head, givin' me head