This is a song about "Hating now i ll see you later"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Ll me but i'm still me, now you know the real me.

Poke out from behind her

Ill say see ya later

Torture to look in the mirror hating what you see

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

So you got three feet on me, i do hating deeds

You ll catch some mean lumps

Real light jab to opponents

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

See you later at the dinner, cry crocodile tears

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I see you left eye, i feel you right now

I chew all you bitches up like a now and later

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her