This is a song about "Woman break ups"

Of a woman with a broken heart.

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Another dead woman,another bad boys

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

But its enticing to see your not with a black woman

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

You caught in the web of that woman