This is a song about "You made me whole"

You made me play that roulette

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

How you gon battle me wit a style dat i made up?

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You made me despise everything i became,

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

The devil stared at me n said ''very well'' you made it

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

You made me to a fool, when i stood over you and drooled.

Of course they all hate

You thought you got it made

That's the way, you can move it baby

Whole cemeteries named after me

Open up your contacts then scroll

He is here, he's made me whole