This is a song about "Girls who smok"

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Belonging to the girls who chose to beware guys

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

Like girls who have never been a bitch, i feel an itch

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

We should appreciate the girls

If i sent my dad letters

Hopin' that my niggas see

These girls be so thirsty,

Little latasha sho' grown

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Fuxk the nines the eight next the seven i only fuck girls who look