This is a song about "Your girl fuck with me"

For that paper, i'mma grind

To me girl your one of a kind,

Parents it ain't conductive, watch your girl, hit with that morning sickness

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I sleep with two pillows, in hope that your girl shows

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Fuck fame, fuck money

Bitch, try to fuck with me

Niggas try to fuck with me

The good kid from the ugly city

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

And he, what's his name, earl

We like to party

You don't wanna fuck with me/

I flow flawlessly, without trying make your girl wanna talk to me

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see