This is a song about "Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks"

Got shows on top of shows

You niggas aint got no hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Girl i just love you

But there aint shit to do

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

But i aint giving no rides to bitches wearing blue garments

Justins back and he aint leaving, shit happens but no more grieving

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

The loyal one , trynna find a one but these hoes aint right

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

You fakes aint nothin but a pile of shit