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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Who running your block and what chick be hot

I call em up, they might fall through

But there were a few who knew/

Who do you think you are

You're in a seminar

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

With the cops in hot pursuit, who poppin' glocks, top recruits,

Crack head girls who cant look after there own kids is anything sadder

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

My only cure is pretty girls who gon let me peep

If you've seen me skate you probably think im pretty hot

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not