This is a song about "Jerry n rachel"

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

If a nigga didn't fake like them

More mistakes could be made ‘n

When something is broken

To strengthen your defending 'n

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

N she cud be a bitch n suck a dick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

You mental state deteriorates n,

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Dea intercepted the package, doa, yall still sittin home watching rachel ray