This is a song about "My girlfriends cheeks"

Girlfriends, i've had my fill,

For real, a nigga ill

She choked 'n' frowned as tears were rolling down her cheeks 'n' soaked the ground

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

We can't catch the beat

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Ive had three girlfriends on roulette of chat

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Each others girlfriends, you know what a fucking stretch that is?

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this