This is a song about "Depends on you"

So take your out notebook and listen, when i say this dont faint

Whatever you say, never depends cause i give you haters a taste

Don't fuck around and make it true

Never laid a fist on you

Cause you got it going on

That's word to my mom

Every thing that you see turns you on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Spaz on ya and tell you everything, reminisce on the,

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

You on the table for operation

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Shoulda been the one you could rely on