This is a song about "Tell my freinds ill always remember them"

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I always tell them i am not talented, but truly blessed.

This is everything that we call hype

Remember to always treat a woman right

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

I can't remember much but i was always sad as a kid.

Me taking my revenge on you so i can always remember the attack

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Your rhythms just don't seem practical and ill tell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

I always tell them i am not talented, but truly blessed.

And i remember always running in the hallways as a kid,

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did