This is a song about "Were you at"

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

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

Iv's been pushed to the level were i don't wanna be at

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Coming at me so soft that i thought you were queer

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

At first i thought you were cool

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You were my lucky charm, you were my four leaf clover

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Tonight so get it right, you actually said you were good at rap, man thats all crap,

For sure, you were made special at birth.

I should michael jordan these rappers

Watching you bleed were crying were fighting the depressed

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went