This is a song about "After"

Baby, you know who you are

Wrap that blunt under after

That new c-l fly

Even after i die/

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

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Friend after friend left me

Huh, i can't interpret her

Hear the thunderclap after

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

After eating burgers and chips

My team getting digits

Every night after ten

I need to free them