This is a song about "Dee wit"

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

I met zylo, now i'm rappin wit him.

I know that love it could begin

In the midst of a fire pit

Can't they come up wit they own shit

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

As i light one for ill will

Except wit no title