This is a song about "Im her problem"

Im not gonna judge her on her flaws

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

When im at front im looking at her cleavage,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Caught in a maze

Im lookin at her face

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Send her back saying "thug life" like im pac and im out

Im sorry to say that im her other

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her