This is a song about "My lady still got boyfriend"

To express my love but i still got hope for someday

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

I still got shipments of sentences under my blankets 'n mattress

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Still got my future ahead, should be happy i'm not dead

This crazy lady, call her my baby

Eyes never lazyg.e.d-ing on the daily