This is a song about "Sorry i m leaving"

She gotta hold her head up high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Then i remember the day you told me you were leaving

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

What did i tell you about drinking before leaving!

Killing these niggas off quick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser