This is a song about "Girls and rao"

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

If i sent my dad letters

And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Better yet they work my every nerve

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Penncounting pennys over tha years

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

These dick sucking girls yea she is fucking twisted and twirled

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Together all the timethought it was true love