This is a song about "Cant trust these"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

No....u cant handle these weapons!

When they hear me rocking the groove

And i have trust issues

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Man, don't trust these bitches. every rose has thorns.

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

Can trust nobody on the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

And bijies like im out and

I trust nothing but my bud,

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

Feeling all these emotions that i cant even help.

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did