This is a song about "We might not make it back"

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

You may not be able to stop it, it might be too late

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

I'm not saying her name though. i don't care if it might ruin the flow.

We live life a rap for it there not understanding it

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Cause it might hurt a bit when i curve the pen to make words and shit

May not make enough to get it

How bout we blow this bit

Not worth squirming you'll just make it worse

I've become immune to you no name haters

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

How can we fight back, when we couldn't occupy it

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

We might be voiceless it seems but put your voices in lyrics,