This is a song about "We she at"

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

She doesn't cover trails at all, she just leaves a wide trace,

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

She looks at my dough, drooling all over

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

When we would fight she said she didn't need me

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

We all know 12 is where its at

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Wasn't long 'for she found herself at home in his sweaters,

We avoid the truth when it's shooting at us at point blank

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Her face like she just got maze, she screaming at a lifeless body wake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break