This is a song about "Him leaving me"

If you turn me off bitch be prepared to be leaving

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Tell her we got big dicks, how 'bout him, you, and me

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

They giving pounds and that before get the money

So fuck with him well, you're fucking with me

Fantasy falls apart leaving me so frustrated

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Then i remember the day you told me you were leaving

So fuck with him well, you're fucking with me

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Trust me when i say it this guy doesn't want me near him

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin