This is a song about "Jealous niggaz"

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

And if i do go you better come through

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Jealous bitches make sick

My bitches pure thick

I'll beat your ass like a jealous husband.

Secret society all we ask is trust

But my niggaz in paris

Aight santana man...let's do this

When they get jealous, they confuse it

Or let the mob handle that