This is a song about "Swisha made her fader"

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Redbox flow and i do not date

I look back, mistakes were made

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Executive chair sitting decisions made

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

She went an hopped on it.....it made her feel good like a compliment,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

She was a bad bitch, i made her go low

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Tears in her eyes made him realise