This is a song about "Sharlok poems made 4 me"

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Anyways, in a family of 4 he chose me

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Its the way god made me

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

So if i do call it's just a check

You made me play that roulette

After 4 long months you decided to leave me,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

 it happens so fast it made me sick,

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

You made me the fuckin fool

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool