This is a song about "Our break up"

We said we would never break up we would stay together,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

The cool say i'm thug

Cause our hours are up,

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Woke up in a cold sweat and told the girl we had to break up

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Our everything, you devoured it up.

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Follow these rules you'll have mad cred to break up

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Raising glasses as we waste our years up,

That happen to act like a black president

Listen up and listen hard, you break my trust

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

Sticking like a squatter, fucking up our roster