This is a song about "I see him he doesn t see me"

If you think what you see on t v's bad

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

And see him hugging on someone is what i don't like

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

You're the don, go up to carlcee and tell him shit, see if he doesn't fuck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Open the door he see his family beside me

I feel i need to conquer him, see what i can do with him/

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you