This is a song about "Bumbaclaat me badman"

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So while the world goes drake crazy

They fucking me and loving me

A military mind mean money

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

She going to borrow some money

Yeah fight with me,hate me,insult me,

Pull me in, throw me out

Never lookin for a handout

Try to call me (try to call me)

While i'm making history

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Illusions distract me

You can't cuss me, parr me

Bitch, i might make you my baby