Untitled Song

I know you got problems that run deeper than ya vains

and by the end you hollow, got nothing to ya name but

you expect that I come first and for that I cant complain

This aint the best shit I spit but its easy to explain

Its them nights making love, feelin better with these drugs

You love that hoe, No it dont matter tho

Its them fights, you dont reply, kinda bothersome