This is a song about "You stuck"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I be stuck to the money you niggas is too backwards

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

When you pull that thang out bitches get stuck like darts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Even if you get out alive you're stuck in disrepair

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You stuck the shortest moder

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

I just wish you could have stuck it out.

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Stuck on stupid all you boyz aint on my level you've been executed my flow got you wounded