This is a song about "I give it to you right"

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Cause i am the sickest.. so i hope you get it, cause i ain't gon give it

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

I don't give a fuck about you 'cuz i'm mocking it all,

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

If loving you is wrong, than i dont want to be right.

My machete to you give it a handshake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Before you give it up to me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

To tell you right now how i feel

I dont really shakespeare

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Give it to god hell protect you

That's right i discovered it and shit it will give you queers the night scares,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears