This is a song about "Thought you were smart"

You don't got no hustle, now you think your words suppose to be smart?

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Within an oyster, like cloyster you thought you were invincible,

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

You thought you were going all out but i'll send your ass back in like a curfew

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Coming at me so soft that i thought you were queer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Thought the paul walker disses were over

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

You think you are all smart,

They don't hear my bark

Thought you were safe and sound? she had found, ima hound

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Bitch i'm fucking pissed cuz you thought we were really friends