This is a song about "Somali girls"

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

Little latasha sho' grown

But got love for them girls

Talking of the gods you serve

Wishing girls would fucking like me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Girls looking like barbie

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Bruh, i see, girls everywhere

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

We dig the plot and never bury pot

I get jelous when your with other girls

I've become immune to you no name haters