This is a song about "Owe"

I'll teach you how to take it slow

You dont owe me, now here we go go,go

After that you shit rhymes, and be like "prashant i owe a line"

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

To the fans, my life i owe you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

You stay alive motherfucker, you owe me a beer

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Killing 'em softly; i think i owe them some silence.

You dont owe me, now here we go go, go

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you