This is a song about "Jerry n rachel"

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Cause i came to rain n' evaporate like smoke n' spark trees.

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Tried perfecting my letters n

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

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

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

Checks delayed n' lights turned off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n