This is a song about "How you re wrong"

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

I don't want it on my back

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

They can make you that with you there's something wrong/

For tryin' to communicate through a song

You keep asking for forgivness, even though you wrong

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine