This is a song about "Girl friend is knocked up"

Cos that girl is actually you

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

You know that shit is my best friend.

She think she cute she think she classy but straight up that girl is nasty.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

That white girl is my cater

If they ain’t talking bout paper

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I felt great i never had a friend like her, she was my friend she was my girl friend,

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Ive been hit knocked down, done came up and aint shit changed