This is a song about "Hittin waps and how much green i got and chillin with the squad in the bakery shop"

Spending her time with him i guess

How much i stabbed and press.

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

That's why i got in rap and show so much devotion

I'm sittin in the barber shop

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Im neck and neck with a swimmer, while you chillin in the kiddie pool

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I be chillin' and i'm spillin' when i'm hittin' the do', marijuana blazer, yo