This is a song about "Two girls"

But got love for them girls

Talking of the gods you serve

I sit and type bars like everyday i got two girls and they all bad

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

These girls be so crazy,

And its simple as that baby

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Two different stories,

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Vsu don't regret you

So its time for verse two

Girls out her talkin bout

Let's get smoked out

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

She better shed a couple tears when she come through