This is a song about "That was it"

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

That flooded streets with crack is comin 'back, it was never gone,

But it wasn't like that, and he was giving up slowly,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

By skies that bowed to rain, it was gray, prayed every day

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

It was about you, and your heart that i entertained

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

I was told to lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Why did that organizer die? well it was something he said,