This is a song about "That thing you do"

Why do we rhyme well to express and that you can't do

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

That nigga that feed you you better watch watch what he do

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

And word i blew off herb i grew

The only thing that blows is you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

I would do the same thing if you was me and i was you

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

The funny thing about, that fresh ass platinum, chain you bought

I know the road i'm taking

I was born to do the damn thing