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

I'll never call you bitch again

Fukk it i ll just take yo name

You ll catch some mean lumps

Real light jab to opponents

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

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Then you look like a fucking fool

I fucked up, i ain't make it through school

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

You tried to raise a fist against me, but couldn't ball one up to make it

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Make up dis...face it the music i embrace it then lace it with skill,