This is a song about "Me and you5"

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Its laying on me and killing me

And i'm bringing god with me.

Hey, must be the money

And if you don't believe me

And now that i’m getting money

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Try and be me, go ahead and replicate,

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

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

To feel whole and complete, me and me that's my company

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce me and lone sniper,

And let me smoosh the right one 'till it's smooshed againts me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party