This is a song about "Asking out girls"

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

They asking me to be myself

These girls are my world told her get out of here i took her to my place i started

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

No more, we caked out

Girls out her talkin bout

Succession, depends on who you're asking

Hey take a hard look at my drive nigga no hacking

I'm the other guy

All im asking is why

Girls on the street asking for numbers

They slowly showin they colors

But got love for them girls

So you finally got the nerve

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed