This is a song about "I got used"

I used my rhymes for bad

She was wet off the bat

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

That shits been used a billion times i got a billion rhymes

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

When i held you i used to cry

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

To accept we got shit i feel used

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

I used to be friendly until i got crossed

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

I used to be jigga but