This is a song about "Fuck wit me"

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Fuck any nigga ain't wit' it, i can't get off my mission

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

I go crazy wit' my raps, betta call me insane

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

And its just me and niggas wanna smoke wit me?

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Ask me how i do it i just hit em with a quick wit