This is a song about "Tryna cool it down but it runs in my veins"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I came in the game,with cain in my veins

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

You can tell by your so called diss jealousy runs it,

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

But sometimes in the ghetto see it's hard to move it up and down,

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

We never tattle, let god handle that

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

My whip is new but i'm playin' old school

And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul