This is a song about "The way i got you"

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

The way i write has got the king working over time,

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Looka the way the cookie crumbles... its heading you way.

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Either way i'll still be grinning, lived to the fullest. i got enough singles in storage,

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

I got an exam on may maybe carrots can help me get an a ole carrots carrots all the way

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

You're my reflection and all i see is you

"by the way i can tell what you do"

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness