This is a song about "Homie nate hittin waps"

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion