This is a song about "I need to give up on you"

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Clearly its my fault i know i need to grow up/

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Even when i had nothing left to give i still plodded on,

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Do you need a tissue to soak up the tears you display.

Just so i don't ever need to say "i need a hit" then i got myself caught up

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

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

You look stupid with ya reebok on you need to get ya swagg up

You need to shut up, back up, and back down

He won't sit down, given the crown

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

So i need a smack? well you ain't the one to give it