This is a song about "Second chance on love"

We get them second digits and go blow it on some simple shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Flow every second you can catch me on the hours

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I'm goin grinch on this bitch, serving you a second time on the same platter

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Spreading love and light every chance that pass by

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

Talking about the god you serve

I swear they think i'm crazy

Dont love, just hate on me

Ready to give it a second chance, even brought your wheelchair

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

I've been given a second chance like i've been forgiven if that,

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap