This is a song about "I want be your favorite artist"

But we should be body to body

No idea who i want to be

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Baby your my dream come true i really want

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Guess what guys, yeah i guess i'm a fucking artist

I work perfect combinations, a high chance i'm your favorite,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Keeping artist still like nappers,none of your raps matter,i know i'm going to

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

I don't want your fucking votes son

I wonder why we take from our women

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I work perfect combinations, a high chance i'm your favorite,