This is a song about "Girls on their periods"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Girthin' on their tonsils

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Callin' for girls to administer their riches,

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

Girls on the street asking for numbers