This is a song about "My woes"

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

But now invisible cells around your brain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

Sometimes two people jump their feelings out