This is a song about "Girls on their periods"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Battlin among milions all after my brilliance, leave girls in a trance make their