This is a song about "Holla back girls"

But got love for them girls

We should fuck each others mothers

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.

Wishing girls would fucking like me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

You need money holla at ya boy honey

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Hand me a microphone, and watch the crowd just holla, yo,