This is a song about "That gir"

You, you, you have to pay for that

What's that gap in that strap

Tell me what that feel like

That addiction penalized

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I got that shit, that makes you high

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Hella intelligent that

No car key and i mean that

That i forgot,that i needed

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

That that was the worst rap ever

So use that black eye to remember that,

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad