This is a song about "Girl s"

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Bad, just like an 80's car

And could i be a star

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And that´s how it has begun

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

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