This is a song about "I want you back no swearing"

I don't really want no babies,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Now that i've entered hell i don't want to go back

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

You want a fuck in the shack of the back

Can't win with a passive attack

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

I don't really ever look for vengeance or want to get back at you

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

They say nothings ever free

No idea who i want to be

You want my fame, heck no

Wale dc said we on joe

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

I know your sad & you want me to come back but i cant