This is a song about "Girls on their periods"

Girthin' on their tonsils

We don't ever make love

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

And tupac spit on their territory/

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings