This is a song about "Girls in short skirts and belly tops"

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Blood stainin black and white tops

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

And what about the rappers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

I'm short and sweet, not a fucking sound bite

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight