This is a song about "Like you"

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

I call em up, they might fall through

But, see if i like you

I really love my miami crew

Like a predator, ill murder you

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

You off, you treat rap like a business

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Never leaving you, on you like glue.

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Something wicked this way come

You know you like dick up your bum,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like you said "you just want sympathy."