This is a song about "Single pringle ready to mingle"

Ready to rumble, shout not mumble,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

To the best g who is still single... so kill!!!

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But now that he is gone we finally get to mingle

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

Not to hear a single word that you say

I say bye to every single one of my pals

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Bf king is ready to finish the verse,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,