This is a song about "Finding the real girl"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Been locked up eight years on the real

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Cause everytime you come around

Go on girl , hit the ground

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

I know you just doing your job

Got yo girl in the spot

You're the luckiest girl babe

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

A gateway to louder things like powdered speed soon outta reach

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

No one knew the real me

Trying to catch me riding dirty