This is a song about "Mad because you don t get pussy"

I really love my miami crew

Don't get mad when i smoke you

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Don’t you be holding back

Did my rap make you mad?

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Keyboard classes couldn't help you get pussy, you're too pale,

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Break it down one time

Get up and bite you must be a pussy

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone