This is a song about "Like the girl from the parking lot"

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Release the song, cash the lot

From every motherfucking boy or girl, i take their shits down to the last hit ground

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

J.i.g treating this beat like his girl, it gets the shivers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

The you should look up in the stars

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I be holdin down the fort like i do ya girl