This is a song about "That tattoo on her back"

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Back on that night i cut myself and i bled.

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Tattoo bars, that can't ever fade out

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

And i got a little big, keep it low key

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,

Doing this behind her back

Top dropped down, black on black

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Afflicted by the noose that would've put her on the news,