This is a song about "All saints girls"

All my girls got buts they all the same yea i should join a cypher

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

With all that crap, he still gets his girls

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

I sit and type bars like everyday i got two girls and they all bad

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Mostly all girls prefer a kiss, but you go straight for the dick,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

All the girls around me man they're wetter than a hydrant