This is a song about "With you"

I gotta tell you that my love is true

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Me and my microphone could be one

Phone company's robbing you with collusion

Hang with you, sip drank with you

Niggas that guided me through

You're still playing with the three estates you started with

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

I'll surround you with words, attack you with metaphors,

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

I'll surround you with words, attack you with metaphors,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

You should be you messin' with february/