This is a song about "You lad me on"

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Come on girl won't you love me

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Fuck me for hating on you when you are just being normal

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

You ain't even call me on my birthday

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Fuck you fuck u off and move to the next lad

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Put you on earth like sediments you think you murking me

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

And if you need a hand you can call on me

If you saw me on the street

If he does my soul to keep