This is a song about "We glamours"

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

We goin out we showin up

Y'all can't stick to no g code

We will hack and cough till we choke

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Lunar whatever we take we keep

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Atypical, we thought, we were at the time

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

We got money so we ball out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

The world looking out, they on the front row

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about