This is a song about "Hangin with my girls"

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

Girls always playing games with emotions

If his bitch insist on getting sick

I give girls happy meals (my dick)

Just another product of this matrix

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

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

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him