This is a song about "You cheated on me"

That ain't really my style

That if you beat me on a freestyle

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Then you must've cheated, your raps are shit, not even completed, now your

Hopin' that my niggas see

You seen me, where on t.v.,

Summertime in the city

Come on girl won't you love me

This is like riding through the city

Why'd you put the blame on me?

Some attention from this bitch, who just lied and soberly cheated

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

It's sad to see it, but dad you cheated

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there