This is a song about "Girls having no batties"

But got love for them girls

I still got haters

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

That was closest to me having a family

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Always thought having you there was comforting

But five years from now i bet she see

Having some prosperity

No girls want me to take them to pound town

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Pooping - having a blast,

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Spending too much time having rocks for sale