This is a song about "Hang wit me"

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Where's the other bitch that was here ridin wit me?

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Fuck wit me and your guaranteed to get whacked,

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

I go crazy wit' my raps, betta call me insane

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Don't matter if you do beat me down,i'll rise and come at you wit a surprise

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

If you try to hang with me you should see the true me

Cause the niggas i grew up wit' wanna see me in a beam

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

And i spank dat ass. you aint fuckin wit me.

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown