This is a song about "Come reach me"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Pensiuila around me but i cant reach the shore

Bitch starts stripping when she reach her peak, let me take a peak

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

It will always come back and haunt me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

It annoys me to the point of clawing arm and bone to reach a mental zone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Of everything to come for me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

My rhymes are dope like lines of coke, to reach me gotta climb a rope

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Something i know i can reach, you will hear me when i speak

If you ain't about money

You cant reach me, you cant teach me,