This is a song about "Your bae"

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

And i must admit

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Your on fire.. your on fire

She should have invited her