This is a song about "It used to be true"

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

You'd think she'd be used to it, her nephew used to bang too, he who was i came up thru

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Sorry world but it is true that i can be mean

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Like when i used to be killing

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

I used to live where the flats be,

Don't worry bout a thang baby

A tortured soul i used to be

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

But that's what he liked her

I used to be a loner