But you could miss me with all that, diss me then crawl back. I really wish yall would fall back, but gettin rich suppose to solve that.

You're still the one that I adore. Aint much out there to have feelings for.

My real friends never hearin from me, fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

I be getting high just to balance out the lows.

I'm urgin all daughters to kiss their mothers with those lips that all that lipstick covers. You never too grown up to miss and hug her.

Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me in fear that I won't remember?

They sayin I'm back, I agree with that.