This is a song about "Are you kidding me"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Gays are just the same, man they sin like me and you,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/

Cause my lyrics are like miracles to you ears you hear me?

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

"are you talking back to me?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And if you are near me, i hope you hear me, damn i miss you dearly.

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

Are you talking to me, if so call me deniro

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though