This is a song about "Noele used me for 5 bucks"

This is what my mama used to tell me when i used to fight,

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Coached for the brains, all they're used for is intelligence

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

This stuff's like a fixed up pick-up you got for six bucks

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Im busy makin big bucks

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Been killing hard for 5 years, no one has ever caught me,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

5 star meals all the homies break bread with me

You a lady boss, now you fly free