This is a song about "My last song"

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

These basic bitches say they hate me but they be singing my song.

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

My stars, lexxie, she said: "this my favorite song"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I found this song in my cd holder/

This song has come from my heart & no othr where else

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

This is my break-up song,

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Caught you smokin' my last cigarette,