This is a song about "Babes"

Pictures of hot babes on the shelves, discretely canned his mother's crap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Invades states, degrading babes,

We back on these highways moving cakes

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

House full of babes look like marilyn monroe

Invades states, degrading babes,

And i ain't got what it takes

One verse is all it takes

Whats the matter, can't get those babes,