This is a song about "You can t get girls"

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Can you notice what i'm trying to get across to you?

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Don’t mean to disrespect you

But can you get that through,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Because you can capitalize, you gonna get slapped

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

If you think what you see on t v's bad

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat