This is a song about "Tuff relationship problems and to make her happy"

And tell her to make me breakfast

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

It seems he and his hand have a really good relationship,

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray

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

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

When im done shove her down the stairs and make you listen to her scream ur name,

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

And i got too much problems to deal with

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Jeffy-d came at me, looking to slap me, fucked up wrist, didn't make me happy..

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Always make her happy so you know that you can't lose