This is a song about "He aint tryna cuff ya he only wanna fuck ya"

If ya aint den ya know yo in deep debt

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

I'm bringing the rapture, sound like god if he rap'd to ya,

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

Fuck a motherfucker who say he only fuck with real rap/

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I ain't, mad, at cha

But do ya know what fuck ya!

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

If he does my soul to keep