This is a song about "Wit cha"

Been hit wit suspicion

Gin makes me sin

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Tryna battle wit no wits

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

You won't survive the night a million dollars baby i bet cha

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

"look at her i'ma bruise her clit" thats just dimi's wit

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst