This is a song about "She ain t my buddy no mo"

Isn't gonna happen no mo, we're putting our foots down

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

So muthafuck the system

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

She was wet off the bat

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

The day before is better than the present

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t