This is a song about "My divorce"

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Its a easy bet ofcourse,im harder than going through a divorce,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Sing it to em' shorty

These my rhymes and my story

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.