This is a song about "I guess you got your motives"

I promise to keep it honest

I guess your brain hasnt clicked

I guess that's why you wanted to flee,

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Where are you? fraying for numbers on ma screen, i guess your stuck with some thirteen.

Where the black girls get their weaves back

So i guess you could say your flow is whack

When it comes to rhymes, man, i guess i got a few

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

You criticize my motives,

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

I guess that it's supposed to be, while catholics got rosaries,

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

When im writing my name,i guess you didn't get the memo,i got a ten out of ten flow