This is a song about "She be on that shit that i know of"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

That she trully is a winner, tell then i know that flame wont flicker,

So i know the devil shit,that sound

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

So drop the slam and let's get sick

That i be on this mic

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Alright that shit i know was weak, but by the end of the week, youll become a freak,

And again i say to you all, hello and welcome to my struggle.

Sorry, i know that words to big for you, she bout to look that shit up on google

Yeah, i know that she was especially shy,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

That i got feelings for her but i know she doesn't

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust