This is a song about "Don t let her"

Green and yellow turn again, let her go, back it up

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

She'll get away if you let her

I ain't happy with the score

You don;t thin anymore

Never let her slip when it come that paper chase

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

And just looked at the whole situation

My pockets got paper on paper

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise