This is a song about "Sup girl"

Now this is what i call an evening

Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving

I just give dad the silent treatment when he says sup

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

I'm on deck i'm up next

You get paid for that girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Sex trafficking there goes another sold girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl