This is a song about "Syke that s the wrong number"

For that j number three

Cause all i want is you, baby

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

I agree that it's the wrong comparisons they're feedin' ya,

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

In the wrong place at the wrong time

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Where was that? you say the 90's set you free, but when was your release?

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,