This is a song about "Pretty women"

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

And they only talk about women

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Every night i stroke hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Because he made his decision

But if i can't batter the women

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

My dad been with half of california's women

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

These other rappers are never sastified with women

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one