This is a song about "Take it from me"

It was a bad idea to take that straitjacket off me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Take it all of for me stripper,

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Take your pride n leave son, plz stop me from the pain

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Let me take a second and tell you how it really was,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

It just hit me, came from underneath to lift me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I won't let you take it from me

We want a slice of #cheese #cake, take it from these snakes,

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

I take it away from you, but your not to blame