This is a song about "3 girls age 12 and 13 and they want to make a band and become idols it all started when they were sitting under a tree and they were making lyrics"

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

You said her raps were consistent and they just seem to correspond

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

I started when i would take a note book and hide under a tree

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

They were my shield and damn straight we wouldnt divide,

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Make like a tree and leave

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

They tried pretend that everything was cool and that they were a friend

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed