This is a song about "Fun with kid girls me and my girls"

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

And my girls yeah she a queen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Boy and girls watch me unfold

And then we'll be ghost

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

With all that crap, he still gets his girls

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks