This is a song about "She my hitta"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

When she licks on my balls and she fondles my nuts

She said that she saw my name as a blank check

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

And she stays by my side

But she became my enemy

Dc, man over money

Pay a hitta to have a nigga disfigured,

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

You feel it from your head to your toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Got your girl in my lambo, she likes it, she knows

She uses my nut like salad dressing

I was born to do the damn thing