This is a song about "Girls guitars babys"

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

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

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

I wanna feed my babys kids

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Girls out her talkin bout

The sun's always out

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Murder ya with a babys rattle toy,

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

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

I'mma make it rain trick

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

What up girl, tell me how you been

Most girls want attention