This is a song about "Trust me"

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Trust in me you ready for a scary war, plus defeat

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

But trust me, it's a beautiful paradise.

It gets better trust me

Summertime in the city

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

I aint even peaked yet trust me when i say that

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Trust me im the one for you

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Trust me, y'all critics and parents from middle class households,

Trust me it aint nothin

Catch you up on places i've been

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Trust me these queers rushed me for something my cousin devan did