This is a song about "Girls dumping"

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

As i'm dumping your body over the back of my yacht.

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Talking of the gods you serve

Bruh, i see, girls everywhere

Let me hear that beat, air

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Let me rideuntil i get free

These girls be so thirsty,

Most girls want attention

It ain't where i been

Better yet they work my every nerve

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,