This is a song about "A girl that i love bt never got a chance to tel her"

I finally got a girl, mom!/

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

I love to see a pretty girl making ugly faces

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I swear i never met a girl like her before

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

I see more money than a bank tel-ler...

I had to admit it again that i loved her and it was my last chance.

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

But i know that for a girl like me that would never be

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

To why i have a bad girl good girl i cant find her