This is a song about "When your gone"

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

I wish i can send you a tape after your gone

And by god when she's gone you wanna slit your throat

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

This the weed song light it up when its on. smoke that shit til your mind is gone.

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Just when i thought bigotry appeared to be gone,

I get slight work like big sean

Keep shrinking y'all till your gone!

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Haters ask when im gone stop never