This is a song about "That youre with me"

Dont make me waiting with that stress

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I wish that you could just be here with me...

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

But that wont be with me,

Bitch, they call it motor city

It started with that enrique's pic, which she had tagged me.

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

This is like riding through the city

And deal with the hell that was in front of me,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Dont let me tell people more about what youre not.