This is a song about "Girls in the reeder track"

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Do it for the girls in the tight dress

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

We should appreciate the girls

So you finally got the nerve

Just wait til the next track

This is why her nigga mad

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Took in the info like my new track