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

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

After all the training you gonna wanna abort

Want me to define? we grind and crunch your lines

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Third ward general, young cash money

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

I was wondering maybe

Friend after friend left me

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

And all the laughter i'd capture after havin' to murder you

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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