This is a song about "I wanna tell her about her mind"

I could imagine about her for so many fuckin' days

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Nobody to hold her tell her everything's okay

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

I want to tell her why i gave up so easily so i wont seem so low

Get ma bitch on her knees, an i tell her suck then//

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I should tell her not to follow us.

Made from the brain of me, most genius

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

She knows that i did this with her in mind.

And i hugged her and told her id miss her,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

She goes to spit i tell her, fuckin swallow tough ten//