This is a song about "Me goihaters"

Illusions distract me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Invading me are eating me

Ll me but i'm still me, now you know the real me.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

This is like riding through the city

Girls try ta rush me touch me love me

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Lets come up to my city

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But just let me be me

What them tippers don't see

Try to call me (try to call me)