This is a song about "Bohemian girls"

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Had i not been exposed to these things

Girls always playing games with emotions

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Oops, i'm so sorry

Girls looking like barbie

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

I've become immune to you no name haters

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks