This is a song about "Ill stay wit u"

Fucking baton i'm whack, i'm ill, i ain't the nigga to fuck wit, put you in a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Ill be doing shows, groupies tryna chant but i don't fuck wit clones they

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

U fell in love with my lyrics, they just fuked u n burst! wit no rubber

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

But you know ill stay struggling just for right now

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Ill wipe away these tears, but you stay in my fears

That collectively murks ur style and the circle u stay around//

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out