This is a song about "Say my namr"

I get my points across and say shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Lady at the frank stand will

Some say my flow is ill

Then put it into sex drive

People say my heart is cold as ice

Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Bitch my name is bejay and that’s enough to say

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

My father say we can only help ourselves

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake