This is a song about "Picking me for a redbull"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

This was sent to me for a reason

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Put in a good word for me...

Hopin' that my niggas see

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Check please, a feast for me

Then my brother started picking on me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I told them keep picking on me imma run this place

Now i need a mouth full of excedrin and a redbull in my hand man

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Bitches is artificially duck

Ditching me for a drink in the pub