This is a song about "Take care of you"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

So sleep tight as i take care of these recycle rappers

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

It hurts but you know i dont care,

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

That my stomach's in need of emergency care,

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

And you just blew off like who don't care and it ain't fair cause i care.

Take care once again but the voices are controlling my head,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

I can take all you motherfuckers with a couple of commas.

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love