This is a song about "Turkey and dressing black girls grovestreet"

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

So she kisses the stars

Blood stainin black and white tops

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

To their backs and attract the black on black

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey?

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that