This is a song about "Girl s"

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

That's why i never claimed i was the best

S on my chest like a superman vest

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john