This is a song about "Having a girlfriend"

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Having even finished a bar before i say "stop",

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Yeah, we just having a good time

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Those were the days everyone was having a blast

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Without having to worry about a hubby

I got a beautiful girlfriend i will love her till the world end

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Having a kid is fine with me