This is a song about "Used condoms"

So she used to get into fights

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Now paint that picture

I used to trust, believed her

Condoms, or any sort of protection

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

There used to be a guy named undertaker

That damier bag i bought her

I used to be a loner

I used my common sense

I can taste the salt from my tears

I used my rhymes for bad

This is why her nigga mad