This is a song about "That s my girl"

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

S on my chest like a superman vest

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Make sure you make it obvious that she is to be my girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl