This is a song about "We are girls"

And get caught, in the moment

We are on the fucking cusp

No, no, we are not those

She's bad and she knows

We are a bung of goons,

Still got my nike boots

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Top dollars and girls(do you see, if we just stop, we could be on top),

I put you on that pedestal

Right now we are plentiful

Leave the girls like ow my goshin, and there words are lost when,

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Don’t mean to disrespect you

What else we are soppused to

Inside we are coming in a

You're fucking with me, nigga