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

Then he comes up like "hey man, didn't see ya",

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

(he aint never gotta know!)

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Ya girl feeling great now cause he play in her guts

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

Ya first song was chronic masturbator, mines fuck ya baby,

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Our nation have to bow, africa

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Dark liquor 'til we busted

Fuck you and ya' attendance kid,

Ok so now ya, see, the reason how come, he

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money