This is a song about "Words not being heard"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

//sick of these topics not being discussed

This is like riding through the city

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Dial up words but they're not in service

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Back like i never ever left in the first

But my words mean something, your words are not preferred

My four-four's givin payback

Those words are real not crack,

A military mind mean money

No i’m not being funny,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words