This is a song about "Owe"

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

After that you shit rhymes, and be like "prashant i owe a line"

Owe to me for overdue ate

I feel good, i look great

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

See, it's something about commitment though

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

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