This is a song about "To me"

Yeah, it's all natural baby

She means everything to me

I was wondering maybe

// [it was clear to me]

Grabbin me pullin me back in shackles to capture me

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

// [it was clear to me]

My father never talks to me

Mama made her pretty

But when it got to me,

Looking at your money

No-one there to console me.

Summertime in the city

You motherfuckers aint shit to me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money