This is a song about "Let me be yours ill"

Fast itll be me that yours facin, so get pacin, im racin, im like an elite athlete

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Let me be clear homeys a faker

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

They dyin to meet me...r.i.p ill be at ya graaaaave bitch,

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

Invite me to yours, i wont be a slow show,

Man i'm so ill let me spill this real shit/

The next day you is everybody target

Cause time is money

But just let me be me

You come at me and ill be waiting to fuckin split

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit