This is a song about "Makayla the girl"

Bad bitches never loved them though

Just the next girl to blow,

Weed up, better make a sound

The girl give me da head count

I'm the type to get your girl wetter

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

Feast dibs on the girl with the cocaine converse.

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

The shit that i spit is more

Tell you about the girl i fell for

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Steps in and tells the girl to leave out the gate

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.