This is a song about "She my girl not oyurs"

Girl, now i'm not a complainer

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

I felt great i never had a friend like her, she was my friend she was my girl friend,

Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend

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

She think she cute she think she classy but straight up that girl is nasty.

And girl stayed back, she prayed that

Wonder if they take it all back

And girl stayed back, she prayed that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Yo my bitch is a good girl, she makes no mistakes

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make