This is a song about "Girl i know ur playing shy that s the thing i don t by"

That petty dream is defined by a small man i know,

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

I didn't know the girl a minute 'fore i kissed her

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Alright that shit i know was weak, but by the end of the week, youll become a freak,

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

She’s the reason that i know

It ain't nothing though