This is a song about "Keep my name out your mo"

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

To the oppressed out there, go on, just keep your head up

Best to just keep my peoples names out ya mouth

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat

I write your name on my hand

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

I rather give you my last to see you live again

I'd rather sully my name, then to keep dulling the game

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

I'm gonna lose my mind just from the sound of your name.

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain