This is a song about "Black dude talking to young girls"

Society telling me to not be a sap, dude.

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

And peace to this young warrior,

Took the van, went snatch her

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Young girls wanna get huge butts soon / nobody has got idols to look up to

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls,

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts