This is a song about "You bich get out if im making you if no ill get uou on the streets nigga you goingbto be slippin"

If you get in my way

We've gon so far astray

Its your loss if you pause, rewind try to catch the flaws, stop and you get no love,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

On the weekends you get lonely, so you out for the night,

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

And if get back up, you will be put right down,

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Ur jaw drops when you get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch

Or something that you paid for

She'll get away if you let her