This is a song about "I probably got your girl turned on like a tv"

Got your girl in a submission

Girl listen, trying to position

"hey girl, i like your face. and i want a taste"

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Media turned justice into reality tv,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Look it something they can't ever see

In a few years you'll see that on tv

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

My father never seen me, the nigga probably stevie

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Savin' like i got a cape on