This is a song about "Girls with tattos"

All the girls with the pictures from the waist up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

Stop flirting and trying to get with the girls i like

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Better treat girls, ladies, women, with some damn respect.

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars