popo got me on the run dont know what im a do
cant be wit my girl by the way i miss you
alss it is is me this bag full of clothes
this shit sucks and blows
like hoes
called up my boy on the payphone
he could tell somethin was wrong by my tone
i felt alone but homie stuck wit me
came and picked me up and we rode off in his bentley
he lived in the ghetto but pushed mad weight
this is the guy not to hate
he got me apartment a 2 44s
blah blah blah