This is a song about "Wit me"

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Weren't rockin wit me when i was a lame, but now i got big and you ain't the same.

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Cause the niggas i grew up wit' wanna see me in a beam

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Fuck wit me and your guaranteed to get whacked,

Except wit no title

Ok just listen up a little

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

And i spank dat ass. you aint fuckin wit me.