This is a song about "Were you at"

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

For sure, you were made special at birth.

Babies turn into shooters

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

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

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

While you were sitting with your new chaps mocking at me - may be

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Looking at your money

You were gonna come to me

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

What were you plannin' rappin' at me, you must've had too much natty