This is a song about "Sharing"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Sharing squandering wasn't a tear in the robbery

I know that they say sharing is caring

You know that love is a very serious thing

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

My heart broke when i was caring, for the only thing not worth sharing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank