This is a song about "I m the one who loves you so don t tell no lies"

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

You tell me i'm sweet, but you're the one who started.

She don't really care about anyone advice

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

So one more line, when i'm in the prime of the rhyme. i tell you one thing,

Welcome to organized crime

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

No one adventured with you so one knows about the life your now used to

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

So tell the rea-per, can i live one more life