This is a song about "Lauren moss"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Remember to always treat a woman right

Ain't no woman that would ever fuck with you

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Disabled woman mugged on the arbour,

Trying to give them light and a message

Wouldnt smack a woman but id smack a bitch

Locked his woman into a vent there and then,

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box