This is a song about "Blackjack and hookers"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Grab the scissors and saws and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

And once i'm dead and gone

You were right here all along

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Playing blackjack you're bust and still wanting to be dealt

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,