This is a song about "Ill be waiting"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

You come at me and ill be waiting to fuckin split

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

But till then i'll be waiting under the apple tree

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Sitting around and waiting for the phone call, will it be or won’t it be

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Ill stop now before ill be rapping for minutes

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

You should be patiently waiting for some props