Story Behind The Song

woman and domestic realationships that have to go through abuse mental emotional as well as physical this some is motivation for woman which are queen to wake up and get treated properly or get rid him we our jewels and woman should know their worth PRICELESS..THIS IS BIGGER THAN MUSIC IT SELF IT A MESSAGE THAT WOMAN SHOULD HEAR AND KNOW

Song Description

ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS DOMESTIC REALATIONS

Lyrics

he driving your car you buying him cloths you pay for them haircuts fresh from head to toe he out here stunting living off of you call his self hustling.who he trying to fool he aint moving no packs it aint making no sence he aint helping you out he aint paying no rent and on everything girl you make me so sick cause you fall for them lames that aint making no chips.the least he can do is treat you with respect call you all kinds of names and treat you like a pet. he get around his homies now he wanna flex talk about you bad got u all upset tears on your face now you feeling embarrassed your fed up and just think you were talking marriage.(you was talking marriage) ma i got ya back but first thing first you gotta get away from that girl get rid of him you dont need that hOOK ...SECOND VERSE girl get rid of him forget that lame girls playing on ya phone know ya by ya whole name they know where you stay know where you work while you was on the clock he was out doing dirt the boy that thirsty running in them raw don brought you a package who would of ever thought that you would be down town posted at the clinic getting a shot in ya butt a dose of that penicillin.he don burned you already the boy got misses you aint the only one getting them huggs and them kisses don had a baby on you and you over looked that you need to out this bum behind you and never look back.baby girl keep it pushing get away from the loser he aint nothing but a leech all he wanna do is use ya get ya game tight and dont mess with the help you can struggle and do bad all by ya self girl get rid of him HOOK THIRD VERSE now he balling up his fist and i cant let that ride one day a bruised rib the next day a black eye girl get right get this bum out cha life cause you go to the club and now the scrub wanna fight he messing up ya crib and aint paid for nothing in it i knew he was a punk to like to swing and hit woman girl you to polished let the trash go be about ya dollars men with the cash flow use ya head what you keep gettn bashed for its five in the morn he wanna drag his self home he be so drunk you bet not let him in throw the fish back in the sea and let that little boy swim girl get rid of him....