This is a song about "Her or me"

When it comes to spitting that fire

And that fear drove me to lose her

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Or just bed her better until she's my doll

This man can single handedly save the culture

Or her mother, or her mother's other lover

Me to her, i'm just raunchy.

I’m tryna be low key

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Shawty eat it make me wanna feed her

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

All eyes on her like's she's deranged or demented

It's not about what she has or what's in her dresser

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

You can hear me now or

She leave her hair on the floor