This is a song about "Told you i would make it"

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Would it surprise you if i told you facts about the poor whites,

And i hope you told him

Got me rushed to the station

I would make a difference

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

I told you "if you actually cared then you would show up"/

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

If i told anyone else they would tell me im depressed

But if i told you imma do it, i did it,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

She told me steal her heart and she knew that i would