This is a song about "What to do"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

You dont see what you do to me

I don't know what to do

What preceded was the clue

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

If we standin face to face what u prepared to do

She said i'm ready to fuck

Mothafucking ride , to do what

What i'm willing to do

Shawty can i taste you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

No way out, u trying to find out what to do

What do i have to do to grab your attention?

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Swear i'm trying to get through

Ohhh what to do, what to do...