This is a song about "Yeah girl you got me irie i wonna roll you up in lick you down"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Six months later you were begging me to lick up your carpet.

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

You can figth me, tear me down, but i will always get back up

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Yeah you nice girl but do you fit the mould?

You can try to push me down, yeah keep me low

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Yeah and make sure you tell your girl i said hi. i'm royalty

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul