This is a song about "The girl i liked married my friend so i kidnapped her and i want him to find her"

I didn't know the girl a minute 'fore i kissed her

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

My rhymes and style are so defined/ that i could make her cling to me with little time//

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

So i find a girl and slap her

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

And sometimes i still want to threaten him

First off congratulations on the win

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Put your girl on my body like i wore her

So i asked my best friend to provide assistance to try to get her with me

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Boy i always pearl the spliff and keep a girl to twirl her hips

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks