This is a song about "Girl bounce"

All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies bounce that back

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Rollin' down the four o five

Commin out, tryna bounce, fisher price

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

Made me bounce around, like i don't know, like i won't be here long

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Words hit my ear-drums - bounce-off - brain churns but can't get through it

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Uh, man of the year, man of the... bounce

And he, what's his name, earl

"eyeing every next girl..."