This is a song about "Wrong deja vu"

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

I'm not addicted though, don't get me wrong

Ha, and the bitches all gone

Even when ya do something wrong,

They dissecting, it wrong

Look, by the end of this song

You never did a wrong deed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

We at the top where we belong

Even tougher when puffing is wrong

I tend to be righteous and never wrong

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

In the wrong place at the wrong time

So let's have a toast, everything fine