This is a song about "Asking out a girl"

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

It was all a dream fuck anyone that's asking

You're asking for some passive facts? i've got a massive stash,

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Just put a shawl and pray asking god to change your goal

To asking women about how your hot to being a bitch bragging then to judging

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

I wear yo girl out like a fashion statement

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

In her pyjama’s excitedly asking everyone to find a chair