This is a song about "A complement"

I'm a pro your a minor,

When it comes to spitting that fire

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

And isaiah say one day your time will come

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

So when ya see me nigga

A store that dosen't get a

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Like a baby without a diaper

Do you a need a donation

You're uncool like my mother kin

I'm autumn leaves change

Like a bird without a cage