This is a song about "Fuck wit me"

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Welcome to my dungeon, if you fuck wit me ya days are numbered

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Fuck you wit that notin but an utter lie

You fuck around wit a real savage

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And its just me and niggas wanna smoke wit me?

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

And i spank dat ass. you aint fuckin wit me.

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me