This is a song about "U and me go great together but were so far apart and i keep getting pushed back to start"

One more verse to go and you're already torn apart/

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I thort u were the one we had plans together and all

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Me and your sister had a great summer but she kept calling so i

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

So go and grab a pen, make a great list

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I keep to myself but i'll talk if u talk to me

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

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

Keep getting pushed down, but we #slither back up.

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I wish that rap would go back to the days of pac and biggie but

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck