This is a song about "The me that she doesnt see"

Shes the only girl who doesnt give me shit,

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Imagine being me, all the things that i see,

That i got feelings for her but i know she doesn't

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Yet didn't see, how you locked me, he or she, love wasn't the key.

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

She told me that i'm the reason she didn't pick up and use a knife,

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life

Of impactful things one can ask for

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

And see that she is the real #1 prize

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

You can call me wrong but that doesnt make you right,