This is a song about "Wit cha"

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

I know that love it could begin

Been hit wit suspicion

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

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

Uoeno i was wit it

Now you got me hopped up on that

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper