This is a song about "I kidnappd her come find her"

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

I come back with none to show her

If they ain’t talking bout paper

Damn i think i love her

You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

You told me god was the answer

So instead i leave her

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

But what you'll find is i probably did her from behind

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Then i grab my binder, that’s when i wanted to find her

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

Then i grab my binder, that’s when i wanted to find her