This is a song about "Fuck wit me"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

You wanna mess wit me, you got no chance_no stance,

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

Fucking baton i'm whack, i'm ill, i ain't the nigga to fuck wit, put you in a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

Where's the other bitch that was here ridin wit me?

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy