This is a song about "What s goin on in this bitch"

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Now it's time to let you in on why this guy's such a bitch

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

The only smoking goin on is in your lungs

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Bitch, i sit on this beat with swagger

This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Get on your knees bitch, show deezy just what that tongue do.

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains