This is a song about "Nice girls"

Girls always playing games with emotions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine

Because i see right through your disguise

Prove that if you were half as nice

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

He lying i’m on papers

But got love for them girls

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

So many of you can think you're nice,

We could go someplace nice

Before we see it's hard to live