This is a song about "My gang be killing i be in the back drilling shordy said she want me fuck her feelings"

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

See me in the streets, i be banging with my beats

She asked me to repeat those three words i said in the morning, i texted "i love you".

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Go and ask fenty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than a simply

But i don't want her to be with me just out of pity

She said i fucked all her friends and she owed me an apology

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

Cause i dont want you to be stocking me in

Highest form of affection, physical connection

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I had problems in my time so u said be calm