This is a song about "Qui ana"

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

No work due to clement, sore core tour, bore,

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

This is no trial, this a closed case

This ain't no race but his first place

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Just us two, forevermore, you're my core, cure with a rhyme