This is a song about "Mates stirling girls"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Wishing girls would fucking like me

Now that girls over me

Do you think i'm crazy

But got love for them girls

That try to chase these skirts

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

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

Girls looking like barbie

I reel them in, goadomes on see