This is a song about "A fella"

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

You're a pussy not a cat

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Cut him at the seam then dragged the fella home

This bag is from seattle

Your a horse without a saddle

Take a kitkat take a break,

Cause tears falling down make me ache

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

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

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

The wrong drink, the right work

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon