This is a song about "Boys crushing on a girls"

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Throwing super heat, my girls a super freak,

Pocket full a coke, but the boys still broke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Well baby bot there ain't no question

And, boys try to pull a fast one

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

They slowly showin they colors

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Addicted like boys on needles,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys