This is a song about "Were you are"

You were never loved, faggot

Well, i can handle that

Were you naughty or were you nice? only time will tell.

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

You were my getaway

You make a nigga's night turn day

What the fuck were you thinking?

But i ain't listening

If you were hyperactive

That's why i shine like i does

Cause if your threats are anything to go by ad say you were a bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause time is money

What you were meant to be.

When you said you were leaving rap-pad cause you were agonized

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind