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

I promise you can make it through

It's really not an issue

And pray to pops that i make it

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

If you give up this battle, i might make it a fast death,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Ever since i walked up to you and said, "what it do? what's up with you?"

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Of flavors made to make you look lamer than a 7-up