This is a song about "You got it"

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought

The long road to success is dangerous

Got you weak, i can see it in your lungs

Unless you got prodi-g in it.

Every day was a saturday, shit

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

You cocky ass nigga, you got flow, thats it

Its never stops even though you got lots of it

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I get it, you got cash,

You can't be wiping your ass

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"

All black everthing on some jigga shit

So if you got a problem confront me with it.