 Thank God I'm over it. Thank God. Tired of stressing about what I can't control. I think I'm better on my own. I kicked all the f***ers out my circle. Y'all know how the f*** feel, they really hurt you. But I'm not sure, I never gonna know. Word to my mama, she ain't never ain't know. Word to my mama, my heart ain't racing. She barely be slow. If they won't smoke, if I see them, it's a go. Then, then, then, then.