This is a song about "Let that bitch try me"

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Give me that pad and pen and let me start writing again

But i'll be a damned if i let a man try me for his lunch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Bitch looks in my direction and she says "try me"

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Give me that pad and pen and let me start writing again.

Yo let me hit that jay yo!

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Let that bitch give me head and kick her out of the damn house

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Stop this bitch let me tell the world something

Are you coming?to the point that your running