This is a song about "I cant wait you to texted me girl"

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Emotions from me to you soon rap will be true, just wait til i give the que,

Yea you cant wait to chase

And i just love your flashy ways

You beg me to end it now, but your gonna have to wait for it

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

She asked me to repeat those three words i said in the morning, i texted "i love you".

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Trying to get back to this thing called love

I cant stress it enough to you imbeciles

But five years from now i bet she see

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Take me to your area, girl you are my mania

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa