This is a song about "Stroke me"

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Stay fly like a birdie, under par one stroke

I’m a hustla, baby

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.

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

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

Yeah fight with me,hate me,insult me,

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

Come near me (come near me)

I came up hungry

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

So you staple posters of them in your room, they help your way for stroke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote