This is a song about "I hate that bitch for what he don to me but i still kinda love him"

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

He wants to be a better man, but he's still him

Third ward general, young cash money

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

What i envisioned is vivid, but still you insisted that i don't need to be admitted,

I love the money but i hate the cheese

I'm everything that they call nice

I love the area and all that it do for me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

You see i peeped it, pussy is power

She never cares for me, but i still care for her

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

And sometimes i still want to threaten him