This is a song about "Nigga you went on my gmail"

Not my fault you went university to learn retail,

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Mors westford on a nigga with my axes of fury

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My finger's on the trigga and nigga i'm 'bout to pull it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Realise that you went overboard on the drug taking

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

But im a well of inspiration

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Nigga please ill have you on your knees

Like being garbage some type of disease