This is a song about "For her"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

There's no reason for her to continue on with this torture.

She never cares for me, but i still care for her

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

But shawty know i'm a rapper

But i wrote this for her

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Send her to the mall for some shit you can't afford

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Fuck her so hard and make her pray for more

Uh, for worse or for better

But i wrote this for her