This is a song about "To much girl s"

I'll take your ass back to the 80's, dawg, 'cuz even back then,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

And everybody's having sex

To much killing around too much suspense.

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

I ain't gone judge

Oh i miss you to much

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

With 2 15's n a 400 watt amp, had me intrigued as to see what's next.

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

And he, what's his name, earl

Feels good to be ya only girl