This is a song about "You dumass"

Doo-rags to match, and i do sag

Thinking about you, you slag

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

You expect me to respect you?

I'm after you bringing traffic through

The boa know they loving the crew

No thank you, just fuck you,

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

You think i'm lying to you

You take what you don't need.

Indubitably i'm too street

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Nobody cares about you except you

Cause when i make this stew

See you, touch you, hear you