This is a song about "Spanking girls"

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

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

When i'm on it, on it like my job

But we still real brothers

We should appreciate the girls

And i love your mind and ambition

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers