This is a song about "Stroke me"

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

You can't cuss me, parr me

Took my heart away from money

Heat stroke midsummer you #fucked cuz you a #conductor i seduced n im on the #caboose

I know you're weak an secretly tweakin countin petals knowin you gonna lose

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

If you ain't about money

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

No having deals, you're broke as fuck, no stroke of luck staying true,

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.

So high i’m on the ceiling baby