This is a song about "Getting the girl"

You're the luckiest girl babe

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I be holdin down the fort like i do ya girl

I miss you at my recent show

Just the next girl to blow,

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

If his girl insist on getting sick

Everybody getting throwed, keep the dro rolled up

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

And its simple as that baby

The one girl that loved me

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Gotti here, i’m in this shit