This is a song about "Alone with hoes"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

I'm with u you've been alone

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

No, no, we are not those

I show up with four hoes

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth