This is a song about "You can t hang with the girls"

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Come hang with the greatness.

I'm after you bringing traffic through

You can say im better with the flu

If you try to hang with me you should see the true me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony