This is a song about "She is a pretender"

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Yo my bitch is a good girl, she makes no mistakes

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Is she happy is she angry or confused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,