This is a song about "Congratulations its a girl"

So if you can make past that, well congratulations, you past death

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And he, what's his name, earl

Cause people want a girl,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I finally got a girl, mom!/

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

Cuase its like my new girl she just a reminder

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Only concern was the home that was close to him

And its in your girl stiff like a fucking mannequin.