This is a song about "Girls content"

Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Rules you cant comprehend, pretend to be content

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

I get jelous when your with other girls

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

And than i am content, intend to keep going

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

My content can batter i leave minds fractured then i see tombstones

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

What matters is content, relevance and standards