This is a song about "You was yeman"

You said it was infecting

I'm doing the same thing

It was you from the beginning,

I was born to do the damn thing

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Up my rules cuz wen you was wit her you was all

Now you wish i was dead,

Cutting me this worthless check

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

But you was loosing money you was gonna get broke

Wishing i was next to you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Bullets is what you was fed

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread