This is a song about "You ain bout dat life"

I'm ill an dat, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Baby i been thinkin bout you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

I can't let you have my burdens, i won't pass you dat slice.

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins