This is a song about "You and me"

You don't know class and you look at me and laugh

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

And it makes me sick to think that you could blame me

Third ward general, young cash money

We'll be friends like you and me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

And bitch if you try to adore me,

To handle me and all i've given you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

And if you don't believe me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Save the last dance for you and me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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