This is a song about "Little girls in los angeles"

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

In 3 months im headed to boot camp, girls say im cool

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Yeah i catch the girls watching me ball wanting to get in on the action but i

But i murder him first

Yea new girls all in my world

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

I take tokes while you little girls take notes

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes