This is a song about "U miss ur ex girlfriend"

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Dripping from ur face cz u say that it sets slow

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Yo i ain't gonna dies u or else i'll miss u

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Kidnapped u from ur own house took u to stoners hill where i could of killed u

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

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see