This is a song about "Squeeze that triggee"

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

They say the juice is worth the squeeze, but we life you gotta believe

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

So use that black eye to remember that,

Keep that hot shit that heats the sidewalks

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Like the lil nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze.

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

But that's what life gives me, now i let the lemons squeeze

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

Those tits im gonna squeeze

That petty shit that you run for

You ain't gotta hit the club no more