This is a song about "I had to leave that hoe alone to get my mind right"

Thank god i found you

That i had to go through

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Sometimes i loose my mind trying to believe whats right

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

That i have enough time to write whats on my mind.

My mind my thoughts i think they're out to get me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Kanye had to get that brain

Been tryin to get my timin right.

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

But ill have you prayin to leave me alone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone