This is a song about "You aint gonna lie to me"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

This is a dis to the bad rappers worldwide, elvin is fruitcake not even gonna lie tho

Lie to me and i'll make you the straightest flattest patient

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

You were gonna come to me

Do you think i'm crazy

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Get over it disown me if you want, but that aint gonna make me put down that fuckin blunt

Nice try im not gonna sell it aint going to work

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Well that aint gonna stop me, they made magic with eminem

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

You beg me to end it now, but your gonna have to wait for it