This is a song about "Why u gotta walk so nast"

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Man, i don't get it. why you gotta try and contest me,

Why its bad and why i gotta get my mind right

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Gotta walk right up as if ya knew em

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Hi kids, u called for my name? fuck that, im here now don't even try why, why

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

You walk out as i follow u out alone

Why i always gotta be discriminated around the nation,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

You gotta car she down to ride while u provide

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

I don't walk so i have no hurdles

Stack up your funds like a million bucks