This is a song about "I had to leave her to get my mind right"

Decided to bag all i had and jog right home where my mother sleeps

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

I would give my life just to get to hug her

How about i just get right to it

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Been tryin to get my timin right.

I brought her back ,right to my apartment, she was coming apart man!

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Shook when i saw her had to catch my breath back

And i couldn't fuck her cause she had to buffer

And let them lames get your old number