This is a song about "What are you tring to say"

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

So that people understand it, feel what you have to say,

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

You seem to be alright with what you're trying to say,

Doctor: im startin to believe what you say

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Say what you wanna but

She was the queen of the club

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

And you know you should be able know what to say

So what we say to you? forget the greatest, remember why,

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high