This is a song about "Your new gf"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

You are pretty miffed your bitch is pissed your prioritize on a new list you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Time passes through things gonna new your verse will be doggies nook

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Burnt like burnt grease on your brand new lease.

If you believe then you can achieve

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

With new crowd in , your sec life with whole new level

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general