This is a song about "Wit me"

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Never ever fuk wit chu

Zero options to choose

You messin wit da truth,

You wanna mess wit me, you got no chance_no stance,

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

My squad is who i get it wit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

As i light one for ill will

Except wit no title

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Ask me how i do it i just hit em with a quick wit