This is a song about "Don t let her"

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

But now its too late and i think ive let her go

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Put in work, let me see ya twerk (i bang her)

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

Sucka, i let the whole rebel gang fuck her

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks