This is a song about "The way i got you"

And no nigga gon love you

"by the way i can tell what you do"

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

No call it terrorism, the way i blow a hole through you rhymes, got you tip toeing

I guess i've got to find my way and take the righteous steps,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

The way i make the bombs drop is gonna render you defenseless

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Either way i'll still be grinning, lived to the fullest. i got enough singles in storage,

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

I love the way you scream scratch claw and fight

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right