This is a song about "You can t be me"

As long as you know theres no fucking wit me, you can be who you be

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I can be meek unless you keep me from my mill, you'll get destroyed

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Reality, hopefully, i can be, more then me,

Nothing can be cant you see

They gotta point em out baby

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

Don't give a fuck, litter life

You can be my crazy wife

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

You can be me with your girl, but she playing son