This is a song about "Girls play with his heart"

Noise like lil girls with curls n clips

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

In his mind to spit with spirit and heart, and plans to kill it.

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

With all that crap, he still gets his girls

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Instead of being thanked for his heart and his spirit,

Face it you're toast, we know his heart is his softest muscle

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

Green in his lungs the black in his heart much scarier

Girls always playing games with emotions

Look this the joint that could get me the spins