This is a song about "Owe"

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Bitch i thought you knew that i didnt owe you, so suck my umbrella in this bitch

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

We magnetizing the ghetto

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Killing 'em softly; i think i owe them some silence.

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

You owe the money ho now your getting tamed

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo