This is a song about "Strive love fake men good head"

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Masterbigt, you think your good, get it out of your head,

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,

I stay alive till the day i strive

This is how she want to live

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Love it when we take pictures,were a good mixture,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

They make you need to be fake, some men are just snakes,

Ur love was always fake

I can tell you that this tape