This is a song about "Losing a love one"

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

This rap shit ain't a magical, one love to my main man mac,

That theres no one to love me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Every one love my lyrics

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Razor under the tongue, like bitches losing the last few pounds, its a close cut

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

That theres no one to love me

This is my thesis my minds a puzzle and i'm losing the pieces,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard