This is a song about "Girls on their periods"

3 billion girls, guess i need to get my groove on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

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

Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Girls swarm on me, like a bunch of bees

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

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for