This is a song about "That girl down the stree"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Getting that lollipop'n from my girl while i'm eating the icing

That was too bad because she seemed like the perfect girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Now split that sweet down the middle, pimp

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

From every motherfucking boy or girl, i take their shits down to the last hit ground

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Shes the only girl that can actually take a damn hit,

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

// [she's just a girl who claims that i am the one]