This is a song about "His name is deandre he was my first love but he really never cared bout what i was feeling"

To this day, the game, will never be the same

"he was a good kid, it really is a shame."

I was feeling like "it's love"

See i'm breathing for a purpose

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

He wants me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I was the sickest kid more sicker than what was his name? yeah narcotics

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Said i was never gonna be a rapper, he was unworthy

But i cant lie man he was alright

You gotta make sure you aim right

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Adolf hitler if he was alive he would be my first target