This is a song about "Still with the bad aye lad"

While the other still stuck with the smoke and mirrors

Better yet they work my every nerve

Fuck with sluts bad, ballin like i'm on the pistons

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

But the bad time passes, and your left with a crown

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good... aye....3 times aye...

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

But with all the strife it was still fucking dynamite

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right