This is a song about "She is a pretender"

Is it a wonder she now roams the streets and cries

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Somethin' the two of us will do is see a girl say damn she

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Look that is a typical bar trip watch her pants slip while she dances kissin lips

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

She wants to tell her story, but there is a sick twist

She come’s to take a ride, i don’t think this is right

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets