This is a song about "Y u say those things but get w another guy"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Can no longer say things privately,

I am done with your bullshit now, as soon as we break up, you get with another guy

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

I know sometimes things get rough but you will make it through

Wu tang clan the w and the u

What preceded was the clue

Yeah on a beat i may say things

The deepest of your feelings

Soon enough i want those gold things

They say he the key to my blessings

Can't say my lyrics ain't deck you when you get #c#l#u#bbed by the violin!

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him