This is a song about "I want to have sex so bad uh uh uh uh aaah"

Now truth to lies behind the eyes the sadness begins creep uh uh

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Uh, you a bad girl potential

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

I float in the pussy like my dick is a yacht uh

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

I was bidding for that crown, yeah, i'm the victor now (uh)

But in the meantime it's lights please

Uh, and we all want world peace

Now hey little mama

I did your bitch, i just came, uh

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Uh i watched myself say that

So they taught me to spray

Uh, no chance if i walk away