This is a song about "I ll get over it"

But then i woke it was over

And i ain't frontin for her

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

I think now i ll stop and call it a day..

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Game over, this rap thang i learnt it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free