This is a song about "What re those"

Re-directed de-ci-sions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Gotta re-route over this hump,

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Plus "whack" is what those haters say, i wish they could fade away,

I call that top tier re-positioning

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Squads had me renegade, crack and all those drugs, what?

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Hell naw you need to re-think that

That moschino shit is so back

And i'm a just take another guess

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

On re up, need strips in cases