This is a song about "Girls guitars babys"

I wanna feed my babys kids

Big stacks, no lego bricks

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

But got love for them girls

And what about the rappers

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

My flow fatal ready to disable the bus and break him down like a babys cradle

A coward dies a thousand deaths

All the girls wanna have sex

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

And you are not around like black fathers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,