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

Don't matter if you do beat me down,i'll rise and come at you wit a surprise

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Baby, you know who you are

Come with me bitch, i can take you far

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Before i was wit you i was feelin kinda depressed,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

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

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat