This is a song about "These n must be lazy"

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Why you ignorin these feelins between us, must be that "l" word

Bitch, they call it motor city

It must be my personality,

Pretending to be awake 'n

Cold world no blanket son

I must be different inside

Cause if you run the light

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

It must be my personality,

I'm a force to be reckoned with

I must be dismissive,

He must be fricken tall.

Make sure to give them my all