This is a song about "Money girls"

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

These girls be so crazy,

Rose cases, we pop daily

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

And my kick game beyond crazy

Wishing girls would fucking like me

He lying i’m on papers

But got love for them girls