This is a song about "Thinking you had it until its gone"

Man i challenged you thinking i had a chance

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Thinking you dope , thinking you fresh,

But you hate them navel kisses

You gone love it,all you must do is

And i'll fuckin rip you up until you're minced parts, fuck it

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Maybe cause i haven't done it since you been gone.

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

That you thought were smart, until they had a brain wash,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

America's gone shit since you had britain in charge

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

Boy i was taught to get it till its gone