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

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

All the people you left behind.

Pay my haters not too much mind

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

That you won't decay even after the twists and turns

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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