This is a song about "Um on it"

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

I tell um i was raised like that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Walk righ up and give um a smack

Forget about it, blame it on the alzheimer's

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

Dusted it off, and moved on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Clap two times if you drunk

Went on the run it isn't

Set it on fire watch it burn

Don't regurgitate my sperm