This is a song about "Spice girls"

These girls be so crazy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Girls out her talkin bout

I gotta little clout

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

Boy and girls watch me unfold

And then we'll be ghost

Most girls want attention

Gin makes me sin

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

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