This is a song about "Niggas wit me"

How you gon battle me wit a style dat i made up?

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

And its just me and niggas wanna smoke wit me?

Fuck wit me and your guaranteed to get whacked,

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Cause all i want is you, baby

Looking these broke niggas under me

Dont play wit me before you get sprayed

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade