This is a song about "James wane y did you have to be so vain"

Shout out them strippers who hustle

You have to be flexible

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Damn, why does life have to be so stressful

I don't know why this happened to me, why did i have to be treated

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Hey its me sega!! the master system you did good son but you'll have to remember

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Why do people have to be so naughty

How the fuck did you write,its so hilarious to read

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Now why you have to be like that , bitch i didnt heart you , mybe the some guys did that