This is a song about "Girls n money"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

Or call you up, or send a text

Let's enjoy our younger years

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

But got love for them girls

We should fuck each others mothers

And you are not around like black fathers

We should appreciate the girls

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

I woulda done anything for my own

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//