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

Then after knowing all the facts, come back and battle me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Would you place your left hand on the bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me?

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

After we kill em all phonic's will be the final cats to spit

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

And when there's nothing left to pass, we might pass to the left

Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city