This is a song about "Those annoying coons"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

I dont even have one of those

Love rapping love sneakers above those

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Took me a while just to write those

You feel it from your head to your toes

Im blind 2 bullshit, see the name? therefor no ones annoying me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Try harder try better try getting those diamonds that stylist those islands

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Or those those confessin' for weapon possession

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

You pull up in parking lots

I've been balling those shots