This is a song about "Ur mon"

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Ur love was always fake

Marijuana smoke doesn't damage ur mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Got loads of bad #chemicals inside ur persona 'n' ur feeling ill

And ur never on his level

As i light one for ill will

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

I'll finger punch ur vital organs

Guess they ran out of options

Ur love was always fake

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid