This is a song about "She fucking with me"

No more fucking with the psyche, and what's inside me.

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Its maybe that, my shoes and this benz,she in it with me

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

She stunned and amazed me with her lace attire

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

You coulda had me, but now you with a fucking tool.

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

It started with that enrique's pic, which she had tagged me.

Then they come up to me with a fucking loaded

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Fucking with me... they will never see defeat ..that i can

If you mess with me you'll get your fucking neck snapped

Celebrate the very day that she get past