This is a song about "Girl gotta be you"

You gotta be down for this shit cause this

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But hay-girl, will you be my playgirl? lemme give ya a facial,

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

Cause everyday you be downtown with this girl on the corner.

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

So i heard you gotta be on a major label

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Don't need it for men or cars, oh you gotta be joking

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.