This is a song about "Me being sad that mackenzie purposfully stole andre from me"

It's sad that you need me to set you straight

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad

From everything that was troubling me from the fucking start

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Let me be angry or sad, that gets my rap into the cash.

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

But that doesn't stop the nasty chicks from saying "fill me"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

You fuckin deleted that rap and stole that battle from me

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Hope all over again, we can start

From the time that you stole my heart.

But benny and 420 you need just to know that insulting me without being wrong,

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone