This is a song about "You left me to stew even after all the lines we drew"

If we was giving daps to everybody left you hanging

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Even my father left me, it felt like i died and i cried all night

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Round my motherfuckin way

All that's left for me to do is pray,

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Like, after hearing my lines, how can you not be a fan of me?

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

You bout to get the worst of me after i turn up,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup