This is a song about "Wit cha"

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

Been hit wit suspicion

Catch you up on places i've been

She grabs the yellow bottle

Except wit no title

They was on that mase shit

Uoeno i was wit it

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

You messin wit da truth,

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Know i just call it head phone

But dont go in raw

Cause i ain't mad at cha