This is a song about "I ll make it up to you"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Why must you make me come back to you and then make you eat it

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

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Hit it with a picket cricket wicket, make sure not to miss it, switch it up,

Wale and we are not the same

Fukk it i ll just take yo name

Fuck you, blunt stuck to my face like make up,

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach