This is a song about "Were ya at"

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

You say he love you but baby were that ring at?

Loud addition purple patch

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

At first i thought you were cool

Shit is crooked on the surface, insecure they're looking at ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You need money holla at ya boy honey

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

Ya need ya pad 'n eraser to scratch that, ya probably good at that ay dj.

Talked to my homies bout ya like you were my wife

Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life