This is a song about "Tell that bitch to come over"

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Come on tell me why quit being that guy,

Tell the bitch to leave the crib cos that is what i gotta do

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

But that bitch works up the audacity to tell me who i

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

To come over and try to do dis

The days i would take you home and tell you to bend over

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Donate a kitty and tell the feds to come get me!

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free