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

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

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

Killing 'em softly; i think i owe them some silence.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

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

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Then it all came to thought, i always forgot why you couldn't spit well!

To give you all a fuck, i guess i'd have to go and find it first,

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Owe to me for overdue ate

I get my paper, y'all just hate

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

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then