This is a song about "Quit playin"

Sayin you sick quit playin you prick dont nobody care

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

She got perfect proportions playin em like organs

But im just playin, was that even mean?

Exclusives, y'all never seen

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Not really, man i thought i could quit

Black-box bombastic atari i'm playin slapstick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Quit talking overconfident,

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

The sins just do not quit.