This is a song about "Girls guitars babys"

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

But we still real brothers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Girls looking like barbie

This is the ferrari

Strumming my pain with his fingers

I get jelous when your with other girls

Girls always playing games with emotions

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs