This is a song about "Me a"

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

What's the hiv to a shit like me

I drove by with a fifth in me,

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

I made a promise to me/

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Once as a slave who imagined being free

If it's a nightmare, please shake me to wake me,

A sedative saves me from a medic kit

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Spiting isn't hard for me, its actually a part of me

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Every street know me, isn't a street don't know me