This is a song about "Can t trust no hoe"

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Yo hoe aint no good, her pussy is sloppy

You should trust no other

I think it excited her

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

Only person i can trust in this world is my chauffeur

Sh!t together when women say they'll never trust another man they're

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

God i don't know who to trust no more

As soon as i walk in the door

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve