This is a song about "Girl save last dance for boy she loves"

You think i'm lying well why don't you ask the people at the last dance,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

The moment she put it in her mouth, i thought that i could last for a while

Yo girl just loves my flow

Ima keep that on the low

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

From every motherfucking boy or girl, i take their shits down to the last hit ground

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

For god to come save you

I call em up, they might fall through

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ