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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

So great, i probably owe you an apology!

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

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

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

We magnetizing the ghetto

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

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Owe to me for overdue ate

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

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

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

Declaring that i don't want you to barge into my door in the middle of it all

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are