This is a song about "My breakup"

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Hoes row got beans in them

My words are my rhythm

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Grab my knife and my gun

Baby you're the one

Third ward general, young cash money

My own unknown is my enemy,