This is a song about "Wit cha"

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

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

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

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

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

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

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

My squad is who i get it wit

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

How come my toothpaste says don't swallow wen i'm brushin wit

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit