This is a song about "Gettin a girl to go out with you"

Saw you go out with my best friend and i kept it all a secret

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

If this battle was a brawl i'd go to the liver like you ordered take out

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

By the cool clique, can't even be a school snitch but when finds a girl to talk with

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Shout out to the wok guy that nigga gettin paid

With your girl gettin' handy, but you know how she can be

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Cause his girl was always goin' out and gettin' high

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Your developmental league don’t see a team

My girl was in fact with you in a wet dream

There was a little girl who never went out to play

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday