This is a song about "Loving girls that can t make it"

I'm just hopin' and prayin' that i can make it suit ya

Our history that they stole, africa

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

With her mind, i'm loving her and that's that

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Together we can make it, brother i swear

That your buying and there loving it,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Hopin you can make it out, trying everyday

Louboutin sneakers i suppose i can relay

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

That continues while there's argues about the excuses they can make

Rewrite it, lemme make that "teeth"

I say "stay", she wanna leave

You gotta stay motivated so you can make it

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit