This is a song about "Vanessa laments that she is her real self"

For her style is rarity for anything else she could not wear

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

She think she cute she think she classy but straight up that girl is nasty.

Fuck her tell she wimper,perfect there is no thicker,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

She told me steal her heart and she knew that i would

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Self abuse is a taboo that no one wants to talk about

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

This is the stage where she wishes she was at home in her bed

She twerkin that money fallin ,around her heels she even rock

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong