This is a song about "I ain t fucking with you"

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

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

So what you've heard is the fix like super

Tell truth you aint fucking with her

With a 'poof,' i appear, a fucking apparition

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win