This is a song about "The girls"

Oldest nation on this earth

Girls on the street asking for numbers

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Picking up all the girls on the street,

The revolution will proceed

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls

What these girls want is the fame

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag