This is a song about "You and me"

And you can't be high as me

Walk that body, talk that body

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

You piss me off son .......and i'ma get you ima get you,

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

To handle me and all i've given you

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

You told me i could trust you and you let me fall

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

And if you don't believe me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And so that reality actually grabbed at me when you asked me

When you can run away and cry, me,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

My broad is a trophy

You got me blue and lonely