This is a song about "Girls and how they are good"

Ironic how heart, and an instrumental are vital

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

How much people got trough shit and are still all able

So quit talk about how good you are

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Together all the timethought it was true love

"how twisted and curl are myths which call a brawl?!"

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Leave the girls like ow my goshin, and there words are lost when,

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Whip, plane, motions own

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

And it’s all good until they go and spray a tool,