A few words of inspiration. This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb. Smokin' herb, movin' weight from the inner city to the suburbs. Paranoid of jail, pocket full of ya'll, just waitin' on another sale.
Hey, sugar, how you doin'?. Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude. What do you mean, 'Where's my girl?'. Probably with your man, can we fuck?.
Hey sugar, how you doing, huh. Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude. What you mean where my girl. Probably with your man. Can we fuck?. . She won't let me fuck.