This is a song about "Nigga got ugly thots"

And tell the ugly ones, i'm sorry, i've got cheddar to make

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

But they got a nigga bonded up like the 19th century

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Got ya bitch if she pitch ima hit dat nigga,

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

And nigga if you aint got versace then nigga you can not top me

Our children must be taught, of africa

Got all these mf diamonds in my chains nigga

Than the muse of a family

Telling themselves they ugly

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Just hustling you understand

No receipt nigga i got that

When that money calls i holla back