This is a song about "Cuban girls"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Girls looking like barbie

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

They slowly showin they colors

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

See, i like the person that you are

I'll lick off his top, like a cuban cigar

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Wishing girls would fucking like me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Girls always playing games with emotions