This is a song about "Bad girls"

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

We should appreciate the girls

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Good girls gone bad now they puffin that roll up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

If i sent my dad letters

I've become immune to you no name haters

Cassidy your different from other girls

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense