This is a song about "Banging babes"

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Make sure to give them my all

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

But all that city banging pride man it never got through to me

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

U play cod n' hold the controller sideways as ur banging the guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Invades states, degrading babes,

I know what it takes