This is a song about "Vote for her"

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

She cries for help but no one saves her

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Her kitty purr, feel bad for her, my dick considered weaponry

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

So go ahead, give this phony you'r vote,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

You got apps to vote for those raps

She do it with no hands

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Its all political this vote between us all

Since i was left with no hope

He dreamed to get on his raps 10000 vote

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Nows not for her to be shamed,