This is a song about "Love that cant happen"

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I'll admit i'd like to see that happen, i think that shit is funny,

Bailey i love you and cant stand to see you wrecked,

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Oh, so it ain't gone happen like that

She's every love song that i love singing

I said patience persistence got the world listening

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

He tried get with my girl but that will never happen,

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

But that probably wont happen, i'll always seem to care

At times i truly felt that we could make this shit happen,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Your crews full of pussys that cant stand there ground, whats gonna happen when spb rolls around,