This is a song about "I got more girls"

I sit and type bars like everyday i got two girls and they all bad

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

To start off i got more props than you so back off

But then i got even more complex with the lyrical syllables

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

I got more gold, shinin in my mouth

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

All my girls got buts they all the same yea i should join a cypher

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops