This is a song about "What was that"

We believed in you

What was i suppose to do?

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I tear up reading your crap, like what was that

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Go have fun thats what life was

Thats what my dad was doing

And this will be the song that we sing

So ya can guess what happened next, that was no mystery

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

To what was suppose to be

Chillin' with homies and family

I didn't get ya number, what was that again ya know

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

What did that guy just say, was he tryin to talk to me?