This is a song about "Hangin with my girls"

I get jelous when your with other girls

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Wolf gang, kill em' all

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

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

Girls always playing games with emotions

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And my girls yeah she a queen

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

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