This is a song about "Bad girls and no good girls"

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Girls like me cuz i'm kind and handsome

Hurl the pendent and send it to them girls/

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

You just trynna be haters