This is a song about "Over here"

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

Mc's all over the place here talking cake eaters

And we gettin' money, over here,

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I wish mine was here, always looking over me

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

Hey look at me please, i'm dying over here!!

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Some mascara over here, an implant over there

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel