This is a song about "Upgrade u"

I aint scared to merk u

I'll tell you baby that we're through

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

You niggas need an upgrade, chilling through the breeze in window shade,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

And she ain't bout get no ring, jim kelly homey

I be goin' ham, shawty upgrade from baloney

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

I call em up, they might fall through

If you don't have it made, you cant upgrade

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

My decisions cannot be swayed, only thing left for me to do is hit upgrade.

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Shit my rhymes are bad an upgrade is needed to boost this thread,