This is a song about "I m coming b"

I don't need no props b/

So give it baby

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

Better check ur facts b, i pop tags like its acne,

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But they sold jello in the paint

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....