This is a song about "Re ran samples"

We don't ever make love

And i ran them like bases,

Hell naw you need to re-think that

This is why her nigga mad

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Had to re align and not resign

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

They alll ran out of money.

But you hate them navel kisses

While re-sealing your stitches

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Just re upped now the refer reappeared

Passing out cyanide samples, i'll down a whole gallon

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Gotta re-route over this hump,

Knees dug deep into the pavement