This is a song about "Yo man be here ok"

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Man our raps'll leave you in a casket yo, you'll be six feet deep body bagged below

And i made it with that dope flow

Yo, okay here we go.

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Yo man bars part number three

Yo, listen man i ain't no fuckin' poet

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Want the title but im always fighting under card

And you never gettin yo dick in man you kinda soft

History, like yo clique will be

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

Man it's cold as balls here

She told me erything is real