This is a song about "Thots in da dtreet"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

This power, superwoman, in da sky, im feelin fly

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

They say no fighting in da club so i broght my matic

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Time to break out da cage, p-put you all in a haze

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

But in reality you in da crazy house actin worse