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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

After all the training you gonna wanna abort

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

You can search but you'll never find

All the people you left behind.

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Friend after friend left me

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

If we was giving daps to everybody left you hanging