This is a song about "My chick"

But you my side chick, side dick, so i guess that makes you my bitch

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Intoxicated rebels came in to fuck your chick

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

I guess i can steal your chick

Superfly, opposite of basic

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

She's cute but her forehead's big

Tryna be that main chick

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

She thinking she my main bitch, but really she the side chick

Your main chick is now my bitch

Now you speaking my language