This is a song about "What are you trying to do"

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Nigga what the fuck you trying to battle with me

Straight bad bitches i run, through

To see what you would do

"man, why do you keep trying why the fuck are you fighting"

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

I wanna get with you

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

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