This is a song about "Romance for him"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Who are you to speak for him? his attorney!?

We was loonie i suppose, you could

No forgive him for your own good

Hell was hot, but for the ice man it thawed him out

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

She prayed for him day and night......

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Ya i'll believe that when biggie and tupac had a romance/

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that

We're two different types of romance,

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

And call the hospital for him for later.

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for