This is a song about "Getting the ladies"

Eighty spirits of ladies cause shady murdered the virgins

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

I'm so drinkable, even all the ladies say i'm nutritional

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Sleep raping all my ladies

I'm why baby mamas leave

Still a reject to the ladies,

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Baby, oh baby, you're finer than all the ladies

Getting to the money

Not hungry for my poetry

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I'm still hitting ladies, in all the sexy places

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married