This is a song about "Let me tell ya what happen though"

Everybody come with me let me tell you a story

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I couldn't imagine what would happen

So now she picks up the gun

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Tell me what i should've known.

Where the black girls get their weaves back

So tell me what they crack

What ya jealous of me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Everybody come with me let me tell you a story

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Let me tell you a thing about famine

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one