This is a song about "That s all"

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

That try to chase these skirts

All that bullshit's for the birds

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time