This is a song about "You aren t gone yet"

You wanna rap, yet you can't commit

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

You gone take care of my

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

You think you're scared but you ain't felt terror yet

I get slight work like big sean

They don't love you till you gone

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Suckins what you do best, better yet

And now we high

You gone take care of my