This is a song about "Girls and make up"

One night love: i'mma need that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

And make me end up like the 16th street baptist church case

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Picking up all the girls on the street,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Look over your shoulder, i am a man now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

And stand up again and try to make some kind of living

All these bitches ugly, call them girls up

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck