This is a song about "Girls at work"

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

Girls tuggin at my zipper as i paint these mental pictures

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

A relapsed addict, putting in the work so i could be crack at it

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly