This is a song about "Skirts"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Dames in the poodle skirts try to impress me

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Cuz i'm pulling skirts up exposing you ladies,

That try to chase these skirts

The richest place on earth

Short skirts with some double d's they need some company

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money