This is a song about "I can t get you out of my head"

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

All of the hair from out my head

Nobody ain't own us yet

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

We pray while we prey on competition

Get out my way fore i shoot you like a deer.

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Get the fuck out of here,i dont get shit you say

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way