This is a song about "Let me get your number"

With all your bullshit ,"let me explain"

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

So baby let me get my dick out

Get on your knees bitch, let me whip you with a wet rag,

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

I don't let women get between lil' benjamin 'n me,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

A bad bitch said to me "let me get in those draws"

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Let my temper get me

Like hoes down in magic city

I pipe in and one night her

Let me be your rap teacher