This is a song about "She s gone"

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Now yu alone cuz she gone, no time to grieve or mourn,

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

But she was taken and you're the last i'd gone to,

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

The outline which you n****s out dated

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

I'll save you mary jane, but she gone by the morning

Ma's gone, pop's gone, wiggy dipped...

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient