how could you do that shit bitch, my heart it feels so fucked wit, I was ready to marry you, callin you my wife, too, you just stopped coming thru and when you did it was cuss and argue, Toxicity aint in my recipe, i had to get up and leave, baby its only survival, you acted like you wanted to be my rival, That just aint for me, suicide was mixin in the pot, if i owned a gun, one of us woulda drop, So i had to go be with my pops, and dream of building sub shops,