This is a song about "Our relation"

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

But now my target's you. a best friend who hates my relation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Your our provider

And the food could have been finer

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

We teach our future our past

They misdirect and list connect, there's no relation,

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Catch you up on places i've been

An unofficial relation

Celebrated , there we put our

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I have mastered the relation

So if it comes down, may the best man win