This is a song about "Wasnt me"

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

I used the pain as an excuse, for what wasnt coveted, for the mental abuse

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Just wasnt for me/ all i needed was a hug from my mother/ she

But i guess you think that i wasnt gunna find out

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

No car key and i mean that

You thought i wasnt gonna ask for it

Your honor believe it wasnt me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

When afroman wasnt getting a single trim

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

A few people he gives props to why his life wasnt cropped

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard