This is a song about "Flaouse girls"

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

But am i less holy

Wishing girls would fucking like me

Girls always playing games with emotions

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

These girls be so crazy,

My lady, my baby

We never tattle, let god handle that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Bruh, i see, girls everywhere

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care