This is a song about "Girls guitars babys"

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

So you finally got the nerve

To do this was my decision cuz i have this vision that one day my raps will

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

Well, i can handle that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Girls always playing games with emotions

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Adabo to my haters

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

No new babys to be born into the world

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Look, i tried to call it quits

I wanna feed my babys kids