This is a song about "Girl and shanks"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And telling every girl she the one for me

"hey girl, i like your face. and i want a taste"

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

You better say goodbye to your parents and your girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Girl, shut up and do the dishes.

And girl, i ain't got no money to borrow

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And this drunk white girl is already all over me