This is a song about "Girls being hard"

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

I bet it hard being you

I call em up, they might fall through

But got love for them girls

I still got haters

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Girls looking like barbie

And not a copy

Even the girls do not know how hard it is to survive

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers