This is a song about "I dont play with you"

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I dont just cut with swords

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Now i dont really know you

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

I dont have to rap with you so imma take it to the basic

I'll play with words and blow you away

I make forty-some dollars a day

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

You better believe i dont play

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Well i dont give a fuck which bitch you flick bics with