This is a song about "I owe it all to you"

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

You dont owe me, now here we go go,go

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

I'll teach you how to take it slow

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

So great, i probably owe you an apology!

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

He's getting byeit's time to bury another brotha nobody crylife as a baller

You know from me it is slaughter, like trying to be free that's all i got to offer

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

After that you shit rhymes, and be like "prashant i owe a line"

It all depends on the person you want to be

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money