This is a song about "Just sayin keep it tri reap mother fuckers know just how i feel kind of dissa pointed"

How about i just get right to it

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Hopin' when this bread get here

So i know how you feel

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

A lot of people said he didn't deserve it, he was just so kind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

I'm making these fuckers know what i got out of life/

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

It was just that everyone who wanted to be kind