This is a song about "Hit me later lol"

Not even he satan can harm me with his hardest hit,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

And water vapor doesn't turn, to burn me later

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Just as you rose you will fall

Hit me up for a booty call.

You might catch me later

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Ye hit me, let it all out and maybe even forgive me?

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

So i started to rap and 10 years later make album that was a hit.

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Told me sleep was important, technology can wait for later

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her