This is a song about "I was done wit her anyways"

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

You thought i was done i'm not finished pimpin'

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I was sloppy but i got the job done, one night when she was home alone.

The situation was vague, but it was so that my aunt has done her business and came

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Call me an emo, but im actually not one, just cause i wish my life was done,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

But anyways, i ain't hear to make you sob, tell you stories,

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I said i was done with the dissing, and i was but something was missing