This is a song about "Mates stirling girls"

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

That try to chase these skirts

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Ey, butt rape on a female cop