This is a song about "Fuckin girls"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These girls be so crazy,

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

Know i just call it head phone

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Girls out her talkin bout

Baby heading down a cloud

But got love for them girls

Talking of the gods you serve

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex