This is a song about "Ill come talk to you"

Pay you to talk yet you make no fucking sense

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I'll tell you baby that we're through

For god to come save you

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Come to my concerts ill shake my ass and thats a fact,

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

What you gonna do when ya folks talk ill will bout each other?/

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Now hearing you talk to her makes me sick.

You were gonna come to me

Bait baby, wait baby

Come with me and ill treat you right.

And i like my marijuana bright

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Ill get to slap that fucken face and talk about it in my rhymes