This is a song about "Girls leading boys on"

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Girls swarm on me, like a bunch of bees

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Take my girls out the house. leave em on the corner.

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Picking up all the girls on the street,

Girls on the street asking for numbers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers