This is a song about "Promises"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

A turn of events could be eminence or broken promises

Its all bullshit, you get shot down from promises people seem to forget,

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

I hope i can resist, but i don't make promises

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Inequality promises

But you hate them navel kisses

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Promises that had us left assured

Yet i forgot the promises i made

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

She can make a pimp fall in love

Inequality promises