This is a song about "Deez n utz"

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Later, n peace, even tho,

Flyer than the rest of them

Tried perfecting my letters n

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

She smiled n' laughed but inside she sighed n' grasped,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last