This is a song about "Love my girls"

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

As: i know just what you mean

And my girls yeah she a queen

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Throwing super heat, my girls a super freak,

Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,

And it rules everything around them

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

She was just number one of many girls that fulfilled my fantasies

But i murder him first

Yea new girls all in my world