This is a song about "Prophase i"

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

I regret how i treated you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Going broke, no sir

I guess i aint a soldier

And word i blew off herb i grew

See i thought i knew you,

Twista finna get up on the track

Living lives i wish i had

But nah, he is quite different

I know thats what i trust

She ain't got a man

I rap the best i can