This is a song about "Loosing someone that you love"

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Since you love working that chrome junk

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

You love me to no ends, but that image begins to fade,

You starting to understand, that i love contraband

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

And getting money is the song i sing

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Slaughter someone caught up in my way, yeah you gotta love

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

And make everyone that you love, almost always steer clear.