This is a song about "Ur muu"

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Take ur place in the backseat,

Marijuana smoke doesn't damage ur mind

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Eject ur rhymes in orbits,

Worth a couple bills

From ur head n' ur mind,

To my unborn child

What you call hate

Ur love was always fake