This is a song about "Im fuckin her friend now her aint even fuckin wit her"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I was in the zone fuckin boned her then didnt phone her that is stone cold

Im not gonna judge her on her flaws

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

And now goin round wit her friends foolin around goin crazy

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

You aint no grave digger, now drop the gun 'n stop fuckin with her/

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for