This is a song about "I 75"

What preceded was the clue

I lied baby i need you

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

I will be by your side

But i swear i don't bite,

You left your nigga on his own

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Realized it ain't for me now i'm turning on to rap

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Wash. heights roamer on the scene

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

I regret how i treated you

Don't fuck around and make it true