This is a song about "Treat me right"

This prada make me shallow

Who has the right to bless me though?

Schoolboy q inspired me to do this right

I seem to love these whips - a white

From the back seat, back seat

Lucky its such a good treat

I gotta do what's right for me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

People treat me with respect but i ain't saying that i'm the best

You gotta treat a woman right, not sleep with them all

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

Your in my arms right next to me,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Your words go right through me

Fuck fame, fuck money