This is a song about "Try to steal from me get a clip in ya neck"

Its bout time ya get to know me,

Bitch, they call it motor city

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

But i wanna get ya close to me

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

So i try to verse the worst one first before the dope ones try to steal my throne

Wanna try to get me out the game, i play to win

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Just to try to get a piece of success, maybe just love me less,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

In my eyes that’s more than enough for me to steal ya bitch

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.