This is a song about "We did it"

Did it all on my own

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

I know we did something wrong,but it gone for so long dan

I did it... its on me...

I’m a hustla, baby

I thought i recognized her

I did since we got together

We did for sure, wish i could relive it only this mature

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Yeah i did it, yeah i said it

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Tell the judge who really did it

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

It was awhile before we talked and when we did it was awkward