This is a song about "I thaught we were great"

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

I found a formula that's great

I always felt even though we were barely middle class,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I thort u were the one we had plans together and all

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Fucking her all night i knew we were in love, and thats when i had to say goodbye.

We were losing our hope cause we were never oozing with dough

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

We are on a great run

I'm caged up in state prison

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

We were dissected, infected