This is a song about "Pleasuring girls through crickte"

Or you'll drive me crazy

Now that girls over me

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Pose, click, pose, click

You left your nigga on his own

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

Talking of the gods you serve

But got love for them girls

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

I get jelous when your with other girls

Baby heading down a cloud

Girls out her talkin bout

Boy and girls watch me unfold

Hoes i need a condom for my toast