This is a song about "Quiet ceying over that whore"

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Whore momy that i didnt do it, plus boy, i can say words, you couldnt even fuck one

Cant say that i started getting over you,

I gotta tell you that my love is true

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Kick back and know yo son set

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Hey, why aren't you trying to score with that whore?

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

I always knew the quiet ones would fuck like a #whore

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Haha, shit gets sick, but sometimes lifes a bitch, but i love that whore to death,

That's why i shine like i does

That shoebox shit, over with,