This is a song about "Intimate me"

Third ward general, young cash money

They fucking me and loving me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Approaches me, encroaches towards me,

Come near me (come near me)

Took my heart away from money

Plottin' don’t even worry

Boys tell me they love me

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Intimate when i spit my irreverent testaments

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Girls try ta rush me touch me love me

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

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

Into could separate intimate was not to generate

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake