This is a song about "Still bangin"

I am still here but they still doubt me

And all women who had light features, see

The day before is better than the present

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

But god is still close to me, and i'm still liberal socially,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Can we still hang out? still talk kiss hug and fuck?

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

I'm still here spittin' dope, still your head now fill with hope

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run