This is a song about "Ill take your girl and you wont do anything about it"

It was about you, and your heart that i entertained

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

And ill make you take whatever you said back.

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Yo ill do this for you it won't even take a minute.

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Think about it everyday damn girl i miss you.

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Anything you do, i destroy it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

And we couldn't do anything but you lookin at me and me lookin at you.

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

I fired my weaponstarted steppin' in the hurricanei got shot so i droppedfeelin' a burst of pain

I told you this numerous times take rapper outa your name, and maybe ill let you in the game,