This is a song about "Can t get a girl"

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

You can talk all that shit while yo girl give me a blow job

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Can i get real for a split minute

And he, what's his name, earl

You get paid for that girl

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Said they never had a girl that can fuckem like this

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay