This is a song about "Running games u ain t shit even gotta a little dick can t touch the spot"

You can spit , kick, pick em a trick, so lick my dick, shit gotta,

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t

But got comma’s in my statement

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror