This is a song about "Girl thinks she all that"

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

I'm definitely in a class of my own

She thinks its all a sin, doesn't understand i'm alone

She thinks nothing of it, says "i'll stay for an hour"

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Lies floating in my head/ all the lies that she force feed/

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

That she really only loved talking about all the men she used to bone