[Verse: Stanley Ipkuss] I dedicate this track to all of these chicks That I've been talkin' to in college man they all make me sick I swear to god, one of them almost had me callin' it quits I can't believe I found the time to even fall for these tricks First was this light skin, always insisted she's broke But instead of attended my shows she'd rather spend it on coke Money that is, claimed she liked listenin' to my flows But now she's nothing to me, just another stitch in my coat And after her, there was this other chick that lives down in SLO Lets call her Kristen, she was the bomb at givin' me dome Crazy eyes she always started off by lickin' my toes And drove a manual Beamer, she was good at shiftin' my bone Then there was this Indian chick, but she be in a hurry And that's word to Phlo he turned her out, but I don't eat curry So I kicked her out & stole all her wax, then made some beats with it And only mention her in my raps 'cause I don't speak to tricks Anways, I take them beats & then I sequence it And spit it for my new girls, ya'll focused on the previous I'm tryna figure out exactly what foundation is Or what to make of it, but I'm still down to lounge with naked chicks Yeah, back to the story hope you peep the sound Treat my DJ like a fien tell him to put the needle down There was this one big booty but she had frequent miles Brazilian chick, I swear I had he playin' with my berimbau When I was with her I'd think I hope my ex could see me now My flow got way more mature, her boyfriend got that fetal sound It's good to be single now, I can stretch out my toes You just mad 'cause you stuck & I'm flexin' for more, whoa