This is a song about "That gi"

So use that black eye to remember that,

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

That the only motherfucker that backs him up

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

But i ain't get to see you today

That reminds me of that day

That we ain't never had

Hella intelligent that

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

I got that shit, that makes you high

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Don't believe that shit that we've been fed

She prefer the dutty wine

But you got that sign that i'm fine

And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes