This is a song about "My girls a slag"

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

But we still real brothers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

All my girls got buts they all the same yea i should join a cypher

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Go to your little horse tell girls they need a saddle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

When you making a difference it's gone be haters