Regression.

Really thought I saw some progression

But now I'm coming back, this the regression

All this money I'm stressin', and cars they flexin'

I'm just keepin' it cool with the love I'm spreading

You played me like a fool, your love was a weapon

And the same ones who hurt you are the same ones you mess with

And there be haters ridin' round

Until I up with the Smith & Wesson, no testin'

I'm six feet under, stuck in my eternal slumber

It gets cold in this world, it ain't no summer