This is a song about "Puertorican girls"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Wishing girls would fucking like me

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

But i let off everything i have

All the girls wanna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets