This is a song about "Wishy washy girls"

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

When they twist and talk with they fingers

This is like riding through the city

Wishing girls would fucking like me

Girls out her talkin bout

Baby heading down a cloud

Let's enjoy our younger years

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

I get jelous when your with other girls

That try to chase these skirts

But got love for them girls

To them it's just a story

Now that girls over me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Girls looking like barbie