This is a song about "Romantic rap about a girl"

Instead of the hoes i was digging out, the one girl i always had a fit about

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Homie you don't have a girl nor a dick plus your rap made me sick

I'm a wigga who aint gon rap that much about the streets.

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Think about it everyday damn girl i miss you.

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Girl thought about boy every night

Whether you wrong or you right

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,