This is a song about "Hangin with my girls"

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

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

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

But this is my calling, so you can all keep hangin' it up this

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

I get jelous when your with other girls

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Noise like lil girls with curls n clips

Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Starin at the wall, heard a scream