This is a song about "Girls if the w"

Who ya think ya is bitch, one of the girls

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

What these girls want is the fame

Then lost her faith again

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

If i had one, i wonder, would the girls show affection?

Top dollars and girls(do you see, if we just stop, we could be on top),

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Rap away mans so the guys score the girls.

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

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

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion