This is a song about "Cee me now cee me no more"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Benny was spitting filthy, c-cee was breathing chilly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Now i've got more than this paper lookin back at me

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Tell me it's good for me, no more simulation

Cause i see bout ten more of you but sorry there's no more of me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

No more fucking with the psyche, and what's inside me.

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

What is hittin' for

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

// [but what you say just (don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more)]