This is a song about "Tender"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Step up if you think your a contender ill leave you tender

But just remember legal tender wasn't shit that i had,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

And i need this forever

I was soft so tender

Thought, rend their beats to tender meat if enemies ever beef, but they a nest of sheep

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

Don't push your luck kid you're still tender

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her