This is a song about "Goth girls"

All the girls wanna have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Took my heart away from money

Now that girls over me

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

Boy and girls watch me unfold

All this paper i fold

And you are not around like black fathers

I get jelous when your with other girls

If i sent my dad letters

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,