This is a song about "I don t you"

You don;t thin anymore

She leave her hair on the floor

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Must be something you want me to see

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

It's slight blemishes and life system

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill