This is a song about "Cant stand me"

Third ward general, young cash money

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

You cant handle me in person,

Just a place that they can come

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

He helps me up and i stand tall

With ocd yall cant touch me

Bait baby, wait baby

Talking about the god you serve

Cant see me or my snipers

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

You panic cause you cant stand it the literature of me

Who cant talk for themselves or stand up and hold their tongues

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Bitches aint cant get over me

Look it something they can't ever see