This is a song about "With you"

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

You should be you messin' with february/

You better get with the times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

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

I'm thankful to be with you

It's really not an issue

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Hang with you, sip drank with you

Ill ravage you with a rampage.

Said her hearts, in a cage

Well, i still bang with you

South beach fountain blue

And end you with a finisher

My records sell, yes sir