This is a song about "Do it to me"

They ask me what i do it for

That's why you'll find her on the floor

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

No where to be found, that motivated me to do better and it got me pumped

Just let me make it appoint to do it after school every day

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Boo me,do it,haters make me feel better,

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

They ask me what i do it for

And i don't run counters no more

They ask me what i do it for

The shit that i spit is more

You dont see what you do to me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

The shit that they do to me don't think it can't it can't happen to you