This is a song about "Girlfriends"

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

My words are whirlwinds, i murder my girlfriends

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Body bag real shit i split my girlfriends brain after she said i was a pain,

For real, a nigga ill

Girlfriends, i've had my fill,

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

And disrespect their women, beat their girlfriends,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Each others girlfriends, you know what a fucking stretch that is?

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business