This is a song about "Te one"

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

The neighborhood animals began disappearing one by one,

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

But the one, now the one who's done

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Cu forta te rog nu o mai trage asa

Looking at your money

Falling into te see

Prolific, picking victims one by one

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

I ain't praising no one, no one is amazing for one.

All up in her backspace like a delete button

I got something you've been waiting for

One on one and i'm the remainder!