This is a song about "Datz me"

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me

They fucking me and loving me

Must be something you want me to see

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Stab me, shoot me, there just aint no destroyin me

History showing me the majority will hate me without even knowing me

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

On they twitter writing novels, see

Try to call me (try to call me)

Approaches me, encroaches towards me,

They giving pounds and that before get the money