This is a song about "A prety girl"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

Messing with love hit a new girl

And he, what's his name, earl

I want a girl to love

Then i said i had enough

The shit that i spit is more

Christian dior your girl is a whore

Oo girl, what a disgrace

See money talk and these days

Girl, now i'm not a complainer

Stir up all these feelings inside of her