This is a song about "Hatting niggaz"

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

But my niggaz in paris

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

Breaking mine....niggaz thirsty so they wait in line

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Them niggaz wont know that your a schoolgirl

You know, i just got a page from a girl