This is a song about "Wit cha"

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

But nope, i'm interested in a topic i got no chance wit,

Don't smoke no loud wit us

I'm breathing for a purpose

And take mama wit cha, cause despair don't do nothin but bite

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

No car key and i mean that

Blackberry and t phone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Uoeno i was wit it

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that