This is a song about "Getting him to understand you"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

You starting to understand, that i love contraband

But now the dough like kaiser bro

I tell him nigga you got to go

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

So that people understand it, feel what you have to say,

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Judgement is excrement, to understand my vocab you must be intelligent,

It aint easy getting through to you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

To understand what i’m saying you bitches need a glossary

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You showed satan that he ain't a mayor getting him in his lair

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Doesn't seem to understand/