This is a song about "The girl i liked married my friend so i kidnapped her and i want him to find her"

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Then i grab my binder, that’s when i wanted to find her

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Boy i always pearl the spliff and keep a girl to twirl her hips

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Daddy took my last money to buy presents for her, and i feel so screwed

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

I want to tell her why i gave up so easily so i wont seem so low

I miss her so much i want to just grab a knife

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

So i find a girl and slap her

Yeah, right, get over here faster