This is a song about "Whit girls"

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Murdered every bod from my squad

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

And the whit i split's got people applauding,

She like dudes whit lotto money from

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

She going to borrow some money

Now that girls over me

Class is in session

Most girls want attention

Third ward general, young cash money

Wishing girls would fucking like me