This is a song about "Broads"

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Private flights, finest wine, broads, fame, chains, diamonds,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

And mind you, though we may be underdogs to the other broads and lyricists

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Now i'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes

Now them broads gon' follow

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Jolly ol' saint nicholas

All broads is frivolous

That's why you'll find her on the floor

You hoard more broads than igor,