This is a song about "I ll steal your girl"

Make room for the groom married to his music

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

I know you never cared for the bling, but they steal your livers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I'm not your average girl so i don't do dishes,

I knew i recognized your girl deja vu

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

With your girl and her mate i had a three way

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say