This is a song about "Nigga please get ur own girl"

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

To liberate yourselves, africa

Hundred proof get found in a youth nigga

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

Nigga remember how ur mom sucked my dick? thats a sign.

So cmon girl lets get peachy

No it ain't easy

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Nigga its jay warms in this bitch watta please

Street honor, please honor let a nigga see the light

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

I'm that nigga blessed with the knowledge and logic that psychics own