This is a song about "Whats wrong with gates"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the technology,

Heystop running your mouth

Whats wrong is right, they have no doubts

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

I know whats right and wrong, sometimes can be raspy or rough

With all that shit on me you could never go wrong

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

But now i ask "what's wrong with you?"

The boa know they loving the crew

Fucked around and messed with the wrong stranger.

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

But this real, fuck how you feel

You don't fuck with it whats your deal