This is a song about "Another guys girl"

To intercept the bad guys intentions.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Look another day another fucking dollar

I'm amused when they try, i stay confusing these guys

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Together all the timethought it was true love

Girl jealous, be just another memory i promise

And get caught, in the moment

This freaking wise guys fucked

Its the difference between wise men and wise guys

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price