This is a song about "You ain t got no dick"

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Miles away but you got no smiles

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

No one winning chance you even got

Thought about you and my dick got hard as satan.

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

And you ain't got no friends

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate