This is a song about "Boy don t try me"

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Neck kind of freezy boy believe me

Bitch, they call it motor city

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

The shit that i spit is more

And people call me a user, but i want you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Try to call me (try to call me)