This is a song about "My g s"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

S on my chest like a superman vest

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest