This is a song about "I take you wit me"

How you gon battle me wit a style dat i made up?

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Youd be messing wit if i taugfht you a lesson

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

So i guess me making it makes you a bit queasy nigga take it

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

But you make my stomach do flips and i love your wit

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

You fucking me laugh, saying i suck? take a step back,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Welcome to my dungeon, if you fuck wit me ya days are numbered