This is a song about "Beg for it"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

You better start to run,cuz its too late to beg.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Why i always on my knees to beg and plea

But i'll gladly give them up before i start to beg

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

(ain't too proud 2 beg), pssh, nigga please

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Don't need to beg or think through it.

I cry and beg for you to come back polished

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

As soon as you beg please, i'll stop and let you bleed,