This is a song about "Were you at"

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Attacking women at nightfall, you were fully coked up

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

At first i thought you were cool

You and i were basically brothers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I was king you were queen

I'm the head coach of the team

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

You say he love you but baby were that ring at?

She do everything i say

You were my getaway

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

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

You were my best buddy

Hey, must be the money