This is a song about "She isn good enough for him"

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

He told me that i was good enough to promote

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit

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

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Not good enough for heaven, spare me "amen",

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I'm not shady enough to be like him

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Cant get enough, she likes it rough

She gave his mate the same looks that she gave to him

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction