This is a song about "Me or her"

It's not about what she has or what's in her dresser

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Anybody who is cause or reason for her sobs and weeps

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Or the dreams she has for her and new found talent

Out her dirty pussy, or either her curvy booty while i undressed her

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Is she putting in her all or what?

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I'm larry david, gimme my paper

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

Into her vertice until i heard her scream your hurtin me/

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Big serg, we ready for whatever

To complain to him or her