This is a song about "Whit girls"

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

We gotta get back to what really matters

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

So she takes some whit pills and says so long

We gonna be all the way gone

Talking of the gods you serve

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

These girls be so thirsty,

I delete they history

Wishing girls would fucking like me

It's no longer a new jack city

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.