There are a lot of alleged’s surrounding this song. Sheck Wes allegedly physically assaulted Justine Skye, and this song is allegedly about that whole situation. Terrible all around. If you want to read more on it, UPROXX did a pretty good write-up about it.
Nevertheless, the song grooves and it deserves a listen.
Lyrics
If I got you, and my son, and my god on my side
What’s the point of anybody else riding
It’s so much stuck on my mental
It’s so much you on my mind
It’s so much money and pussy
You’d think I’m going blindI think it’s funny how blogs talk
So many shows I had been to where models walked
So many stories about you and so and so from Harlem
And ain’t too many from Harlem
So take a guess
Taking a jet, so I can recollect
You say what’s up with you, baby I always say what’s next
I mean
What is we in it for?
Revenge from your friend circle,
Like what did we enter for
I’m tired of fancy dinners
I’m tired of diamond ballin
I’m tired of hearing about if this nigga put hands on ya
Tired of tryna smile through shit that’s affecting us
Then I get to overthinking if I’m here messing up
Mac died and I couldn’t talk, couldn’t bear the thought
Two days before it we was talking about love and loss
Then he mentioned Ariana momma and newer songs
I never told a soul, but I knew he was dead all along
You do something to me
I write all my songs about women I never keep
I hate when I have to lose em, I hate it when it’s deep
You one of my six women that’s in the east
I hate making promises that I never keep
So promise to never ever be too patient with me
Justine promise me
Love and loyalty that’s over honesty
The devil be talking but god controlling me
Roc nation dinners that inquire bout meek
My god the realest
That’s how we meet
Credits
Audio Dope 