This is a song about "His"

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

He won't run away with his tail between his legs

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Ultimately his decision,

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Open his chest and watch as his heart is circulating blood threw his artery's all ways rotating,

Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

His conscience can take him to his grave

I get that work from my face