This is a song about "Fuck with me you know i got it"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

You don't wanna fuck with me/

Love it cause it's all i know, you ain't gettin' fuck from it

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Don't fuck with me now, know that i've got an attitude,

You know from me it is slaughter, like trying to be free that's all i got to offer

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I know i’m 'bout to kill it, how you know? i got that feeling

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Open the fuck up hell needs me i tried all your phones, i know your home, fuck you,

Fuck with me i make ya genre red just like it got the blues

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

I know that you know me/

All i want is you baby