This is a song about "Slaying it"

About some tyga beef shit

I'm living it and i own it,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Beach on the weekend

Kill it, leave it half filled,

Ya love it gone admit it

Back up on my fly shit

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Another love song about shit

It makes me sad to see it

Yes we bout it bout it/

Like he back that shit

That's when you know you doing shit

She says it, you do it