This is a song about "Whish you were mine"

In fact his exact words were, "there better than mine"

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

You was just a little smaller but you still roller

You were my lucky charm, you were my four leaf clover

I saw you for the last time, eyes gazing at mine

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

Gone wild kill you with a smile the world is all mine

If i was yours, and you were mine.

She prefer the dutty wine

When you said you were leaving rap-pad cause you were agonized

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

Nigga get some skills but you aint stealin mine.

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time