This is a song about "Never bout me an you"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

You can never defeat me

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Tell her we got big dicks, how 'bout him, you, and me

What? you telling me that's just an opinion?

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

I be gettin' money

You aint shit youd never beat me

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

You dont needa worry bout me wantin to resign,

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

You bout to be leaving without me before the day is through

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge