This is a song about "Dont rape me"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Its over now, but dont worry about me

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Dont forget notorious b.i.g so god help me

Dont try to judge me dude

Pockets probably like fried food

It's obvious i'm crazy

You dont know about me

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Let me dress you up as a school girl and rape ya,

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

I dont know how you feel about me

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

You dont see what you do to me