This is a song about "Spice girls"

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

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

But got love for them girls

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

I dropped another classic

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

My talent should take me places i've never been