This is a song about "Your good girl"

And he, what's his name, earl

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

You just do your thing chick

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Christian dior your girl is a whore

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Good morning texts from my girl and her friend bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

To why i have a bad girl good girl i cant find her

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper