This is a song about "Intimate me"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Together all the timethought it was true love

Intimate when i spit my irreverent testaments

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Yeah fight with me,hate me,insult me,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

On a mission for twin additions, your destination, love's intimate fruition

Go into it, get intimate and equivalent when i be dissing hard,

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Fuck that now trying get the money

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Bitch, they call it motor city