This is a song about "Telling how it is"

It's funny how you're telling me to get off your dick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

I'm coolin with my homeys, they know how it is

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Hugged and said "how is it

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,

Mirror mirror, tell me how it is

Uppity bitches, handling business

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Thats how it is sex disasterously mad

No telling how many rappers

Talking about the god you serve

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

To be specific now my mission is how to fix it,