This is a song about "I clocked you"

Cause when i make this stew

I suppose i should tell you

I bet it hard being you

And all the shit you went through

See i thought i knew you,

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

But, see if i like you

South beach fountain blue

And if i do go you better come through

I regret how i treated you

Wishing i was next to you

Why we gotta argue

Wish i could stuff all you

Raised by a momma who, who

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)