This is a song about "What if i spoke like this could we still be friends"

It's no longer a new jack city

Then if we didn't cross paths would i still be me?

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Oh, i could be dead and buried, and i’d still be above your level/

Wishing i could be more like strum

So muthafuck the system

Oh wait i spoke to soon here we go again

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Bitch so what this me and i don't give a fuck if you don't like.

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

But i was showin' what could happen if you forget this lesson.

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

I'd be happy if i could make a trifle

What if i said you could get slain for pants hanging low?

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow