This is a song about "Pulling urself together"

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Pulling the stitching out as

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

It's always summer whenever we're together,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

And broke the promise that we'd be together,,

I'd rather do business than pleasure

Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

To meet, but never actually stay together