This is a song about "Girls and rejection"

Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Hurl the pendent and send it to them girls/

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

In this game you'll have to live with rejection,

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

So you finally got the nerve

Im prone to rejection

She all on my skin

Too afraid of rejection

Catch you up on places i've been

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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