This is a song about "Ur muu"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Ur love was always fake

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

The drug that they brain need

Take ur place in the backseat,

This is to my unborn child

From ur head n' ur mind,

Have a ware and look above ur

Then the stars don't even matter

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee