This is a song about "Be with you"

I'll tell you baby that we're through

I'm thankful to be with you

What you wouldn't be always told myself watch who you eat with

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Promise you g, fuck with bees you will be stung something mean

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Fuck you niggas up, like who i be with?

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

But would you rather be with this

Hit you with a 2x4, then you will be feeling board,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

You should be you messin' with february/