This is a song about "I got you"

Because the skills you lack…i got,

This is the part where we run hip hop

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Got you right where i want you now you can't escape

My shirt, purple label my shirt

"you got nice earrings", i think he muttered.

I got that shit, that makes you high

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

But no, i wasn't prepared, you were all that i got

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Its cold as shit in this booth

I said you got screwed lose

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

I got that shit, that makes you high

And niggas flashing crazy

I got something that you gotta see