This is a song about "The other woman"

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Fuck her like she the woman of my enemies

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

White capris on the legs of a woman who’s middle aged

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

With the other girl you kept above,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

The other version personally

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

The other was you being a stocky hoe,