This is a song about "He thinks his slick his girl a slut"

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

He gets a great paying job and moves back to his hometown

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me

Cause he fucks a ho who he calls his wife,

Welcome, welcome to the good life

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

It seems he and his hand have a really good relationship,

He strikes a matchstick to ignite his plastic dolly for sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense