This is a song about "Ai"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

For us to find our way

And throw your rap away

And put my wrist up something similar to a stick up

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Queen b would have you servin tea/

But am i less holy

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Kick back and know yo son set

Afterwards wanna deny dna, fuck three wishes

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

I got crunk off a straight black coffee