This is a song about "Them man"

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Im proof of them man. (x2)

Roll up niggas be like sex

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

But i can't really blame them,

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

I'mma catch you next time around

Throw them c'z up, throw them b'z down

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Laziness got the best of them

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

But now i'm pinning against them