This is a song about "I wouldnt change a thing"

I lost my girl because i wouldnt stop smoking,

And getting money is the song i sing

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

But when i lie, i don’t feel a thing

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

No i don't give a fuck, detention won't change that

A shithole, but still i change the whole game in a sense,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Wouldnt smack a woman but id smack a bitch

Thing popping like a thing of wine. i meant the only

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

To be honest i wouldnt bother to compete,