This is a song about "Ye"

Ye hit me, let it all out and maybe even forgive me?

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Lord i love you forever, and i shall respect ye

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

And i've been thinking bout you

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Ye yall people best believe it

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better

Ye just fuck life altogether, fuck life altogether

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

You're a bitch and i'm here to dismiss ye,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby