This is a song about "How he broke me"

Mind your motherfucking business

Start rapping cus how bored he is

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Yet didn't see, how you locked me, he or she, love wasn't the key.

Quotas notice how my funky hocus pocus broke his neck...

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

But that doesn't mean shit to me, i'm broke, walkin' roads alone,

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Smoke a blunt with him remanissin bout how well he know me

Taught he me a valuable lesson how to make a impact as a freshman

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

He taught me how to write spit and fuck up those with no common sense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Damn i forgot how much money he got