This is a song about "Asking your coworker for a bloejob"

Asking for peace like geneveve, but you'll never get rid of me,

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

You come you my door asking for a verse

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Asking for prayers from some hermit virgins

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I'm faking?/ but don't come asking for handouts if a young nigga made it

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

I ain't asking for equality among men and women

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass