This is a song about "You my everything i had"

Feeling like shit, i lost everything i had

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Michael i love you with everything that i have left in me,

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

And i could tell you everything that night

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Gave you everything/ even though you liked testing my patience

You made me despise everything i became,

I wanted the money and never the fame

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Bout you, your my everything please believe

I kill everything including my beats and flow

Poppa took the television, but left the radio