This is a song about "Plum stead"

Stead of treated, we get tricked,

And things seem to conflict

Stead of havin to learn from internet sites/

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

And you know my drift

If you feel it, it must be real just

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

You never tire, might as well as inspire

I don't want to see you sneering in stead of smile,

I don't sleep, i stead i toss and turn and think and become restless

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Stead of treated, we get tricked,

Shots like an addict

And i'm just being honest

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,