This is a song about "Girls who think there hot"

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Guys who think girls can't rap is what i don't like

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

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

Guys who think girls can't rap is what i don't like

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

My rhymes so hot they make you girls titties dangle

Belonging to the girls who chose to beware guys

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Remind me who was always fucking there?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Burnin' there, it's so hot, ate up like a snack box,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Nonstop he's just a flop who bought himself into this shit, while you're hot